I’m just going to put this out there. I do not like hospitals. I’m not really a fan of doctors. Dentists are alright (they’re not really doctors though, are they?). But if there’s any setting that makes me uncomfortable, it’s a hospital.
They hit all the wrong notes for me. The empty white walls everywhere (I don’t like bare walls, and white is the worst colour to be boxed in) and the endless look-alike corridors that are in no way accommodating to my lack of natural compass (I mentioned I’m geographically challenged right?). Most prominently, the deep-seated belief is that people just go to these places to die – which is why for as long as I can remember I’ve always referred to them as ‘Death Factories’.
As a person who enjoys learning and getting to understand psychological and sociological processes, I know that there are a few reasons for me having this negative impression of government funded establishments in place to help us and save lives. Part of it will be that until the end of last year I had never needed to go to hospital myself. Part of it is because loved ones went into hospital with something very treatable and developed something fatal whilst in hospital. I understand this, but it won’t stop me not liking hospitals – and it sure as hell won’t stop me calling them death factories.
In case the question occurred to you, the answer is that it’s nothing serious. I’m having wisdom teeth extracted is all. I just felt like documenting my thoughts on hospitals before I go. You know, in case I die or something in there. Trade in some teeth for some form of cancer. I know it won’t happen, but when the reception staff joke about dying during an extraction operation your mind goes to these places.
In any case, I leave you with two more of my personal theories/thoughts on healthcare before I make a move.
- Hospitals are death factories – you may go to A&E due to drunken related antics, but it still counts as a ‘near miss’. A death’s door visit.
- If anyone can make you want to kill yourself, it’s your counselor/therapist.
Wish me luck. I may post again later if I come home shit-faced on whatever drugs they give me for the procedure/recovery. Because that would be funny for everyone, right?
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