I hate hospitals and I didn’t even know it.
It’s been a good four decades that I’ve been going to and leaving them on autopilot. I’ve been to every major hospital in the metro area.
Mostly psych units to visit my mom. Then cardiovascular units. Then rehabilitation centers. Then ICUs. Then more rehabs. And finally, the neuro ICU where the doctor told us she would not survive on her own.
It’s a sterile sensory overload. I hate it so much.
It was driving to sit with S in post-surgical recovery – this time it was removing 7” of her colon for a yet-to-be-determined mass – that I realized that I just loathe them.
I hate everything about them.
Thank you to the people who work in them, but fuck I haaate hospitals.
Later…
The mass is a new cancer.
To recap, at 45yo, S has Stage IV melanoma and Stage III neuroendocrine.
We just laughed because, I mean, what in the actual fuck?
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