An Artistic Journey

To the hospital a tad too many times when…

1. When you’re sick and your family wants to send you to the hospital, you already knew that you have to pack. (Clothes, toiletries, food, drinks)
2. You pack because partly you knew the doctors are going to admit you to the hospital eventually.
3. You knew what to expect from the staff at the hospital. (Rude as always)
4. You knew the procedure by heart. (Triage first, then they take your blood,
5. You’ve got nothing better to do while waiting 4 full hours to see the doctor so you complaint about the long hours that you have to wait because you’re practically very ill but you still have to wait for 4 freaking hours to just see the doctor.
6. You start comparing the hospital that you’re in with other hospitals that you have been to. (The services, the food, the nurses, the doctors - Though I think mostly they’re all the same everywhere)
7. You just know that the doctor who’s attending you is bloody idiot the moment you saw her and not to mention the fact that she’s disrespectful to the patients and the patients’ relatives.
8. You’re fully prepared with entertainment to keep you busy while you’re being stuck for God-knows-how-long at the hospital and doing nothing but sleep. (MP3 player, PSP, Books)
9. You also don’t expect people to come to see you because well, apparently you’ve been to the hospital too many times and sometimes, none of them even show up. But it doesn’t matter anyway because you already knew what to expect.
10. You don’t mind being jabbed here and there with needles anymore.
11. You no longer feel uncomfortable with the bed and surroundings. In fact, you feel like home.