Let's Talk About Hospitals, Shall We?

I guess I should take the time to write about hospitals. I've been thinking a lot about them since I moved into my apartment (directly across the street from one). They're adding to the hospital; actually, they're more than doubling the size of it. Anyway, to one side of my apartment is the hospital, the other side is an eye clinic, the other is the health department and the fourth side is a place for helicopters to land. I see doctors and nurses daily and I think a lot about the pressures they must face. I mean, these people are responsible for other lives. Not just the patients, either. The deaths or illnesses affect the families. It's such an awesome responsibility. I think about how that much power and responsibility must feel. They save lives. Thanks to them some people don't die.

The more I think about the responsibility they hold and the pressures they must be under I begin to think back to when my father was in a hospital in 2003. I remember being slightly perturbed (fancy word for pissed) at how the nurses were laughing and giggling in the intensive care area. I realize now, over two years later, this is how they cope. They couldn't go on doing what they do if they didn't sort of disconnect themselves from it. To be surrounded by death and sadness each day has to be a terrible burden, so I suppose that's their way of releasing pressure. I guess the same would be true for the police detectives who face the more horrible sides of human nature.

I wouldn't want to know such pressure. I wouldn't want to hold that much power. What few pressures and powers I hold now are enough for me. So, I guess I'll tip my hat to the doctors and nurses right across the street from me who are busy at work saving lives and performing miracles. Thank you, guys.