Going to the hospital with my housemate and his dad today!
I like hospitals, the smell is very nostalgic. My mum was a nurse (She fixed other people and broke her own kids, there's a deep irony in that...) and she used to leave us children over night at the hospital. We'd sleep in the disused kid's trauma unit. Any bed we wanted! And play with all the toys there for the sick kids that always had pieces missing which was rather sad if you think about it.
My brothers and I would always sneak away from the ward nurse and go to the floor with the sweet shop and buy Chappies bubble gum! (Back then it cost only a few cents and was, we felt, good value for money). Sometimes we'd eat hospital food. This had mixed reviews.
Looking at all the equipment and trying to figure out what it was for was terribly entertaining! Swiping plastic arm bands and playing with syringes (it's a wonder only one of us developed a drug habit - and no it wasn't me), and wearing the nurses hat and jacket, all of this was just awesome for kids under 9 years old!!
All of this has given me a very positive spin on hospitals. Even having to go there for serious stuff has not taken away that shine. In my books hospitals are okay!
Hey think I could get a job in one?! Oh man sheesh, don't look so panicked! :P
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