Here's the first:
Hospital
Most people hate hospitals. I love them.
I don't think it's the dry air or the clean floors. Though, the clean floors are very helpful because I've been so deprived of them. But it really isn't the clean floors.
You'd think that I would be sick of them by now. I've spent a weekend every month in a nursing home. My grandma on my mom's side had Alzheimer's. I hated it there. The only memory I have of her is of her strapped to her bed moaning like a zombie. I hated it there. The smell made me nauseous.
I've had maybe 4 other experiences with hospitals since then. The first, was when my cousin Andrew was born. I should note he's not a blood relative. My whole family, blood or not, was crammed into the tiny room. I was short...I mean, I still am short, but then I was kid-short instead of adult-short, and I couldn't see anything. Long story short, boring day.
The next three times were when I managed to eat eggs and got carted off to the emergency room. Even almost dying (three times) won't put me off of hospitals. Every time I'm in a hospital again, I want to spend more time there. Not that I'd ever hurt myself to get there.
I wouldn't study to get there either.
I don't think it's the dry air or the clean floors. Though, the clean floors are very helpful because I've been so deprived of them. But it really isn't the clean floors.
You'd think that I would be sick of them by now. I've spent a weekend every month in a nursing home. My grandma on my mom's side had Alzheimer's. I hated it there. The only memory I have of her is of her strapped to her bed moaning like a zombie. I hated it there. The smell made me nauseous.
I've had maybe 4 other experiences with hospitals since then. The first, was when my cousin Andrew was born. I should note he's not a blood relative. My whole family, blood or not, was crammed into the tiny room. I was short...I mean, I still am short, but then I was kid-short instead of adult-short, and I couldn't see anything. Long story short, boring day.
The next three times were when I managed to eat eggs and got carted off to the emergency room. Even almost dying (three times) won't put me off of hospitals. Every time I'm in a hospital again, I want to spend more time there. Not that I'd ever hurt myself to get there.
I wouldn't study to get there either.
