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God, how I hate hospitals.

Mom woke up in pain and finding it difficult to walk. We are sitting at the hospital, waiting for x-rays, blood tests, medical evaluations and everything else that gets done in places like these

I always feel uneasy around hospitals. Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for all the great work being done here, it’s just the blank faces I find so unnerving.

A friend of mine once explained to me the concept of “professional detatcment”, it didn’t sink in very well.

Mom’s gone into radiology, I sit and wait for her, writing to clear my thoughts.

It’s funny how empathy sees to dilute upwards in here. Nurses and technicians are usually warm and friendly, administrators an bureaucrats tend to be less involved but not at all unfriendly; doctors, with extremely few exceptions, are cold and detatched.

Blood and urine samples now, and a two hour wait for results. How does one pass time in a hospital?

Battery running low and still no conclusion to this story. Hunting for some coffee, at least that gives me something to make some time and keep me occupied.

Time to go offline for now, I’ll have to write what happened after I actually know it happened.

That last sentence sounded more like my usual, weird self.

Perhaps my mind is finally calming down a bit?

I sure hope so.