Maybe 4 day weekends are too long
Nov. 27th, 2011 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fbhjrThe day started well with my wife making me a pair of nice turkey sandwiches while I sat in the recliner.
The Human Wick needed a ride to sword practice. So, we agreed to meet him in the traditional Burger King parking lot.
Those great sword fighter reflexes were in top form as we sat there waving at him for more than a minute until his wife finally noticed and made him get in our car.
Sadly, only the three of us were at practice. We worked on some Fabris and Ringeck, but headed home early.
The Wick’s directions that he lives “Near Becker College” apparently means a mile away on a one way street that is the wrong way to get there.
But, the road does go by it, which is what he means.
When we got home, my wife got a call from her aunt saying she was in the hospital.
The same hospital where my wife’s mother died, two years ago today.
Yeah.
So, we stopped for some flowers and set off into the sunset for the hospital.
I’ve never liked this hospital.
You’d think I would. It’s got waterfalls, which I love, bridges, which I love and balconies, which I love.
But, I hate the place.
I didn’t like it even before the events of 8 1/2 years ago, but since then I totally hate it.
There is an interesting duality to it. I can’t go there without thinking about losing our child. My wife can’t go there without thinking of losing her mother.
She was sedated on that long night in 2003, and I was at work that day in 2009.
So, neither of us has both memories. But, both of us don’t like it there.
My wife’s aunt was given one of the rooms that has a good view of the train that runs through the middle of the hospital.
Not some sort of ride or anything, a mile long freight train.
I still don’t know who thought that was a good idea.
The good news was my wife’s aunt’s parents were visiting. They hadn’t been talking with her since their son shot at her son’s dog and they had him arrested. (Why anyone could even think it was OK to shoot at a police officer’s dog, even if that officer is his nephew, still escapes me.)
I guess time in the hospital is what it takes to forget fire arm charges against your son.
One of the other (many) things I don’t like about the place is the whole layout. You park at the bottom, have to go up to enter, then go back down to the rooms. But, the cars dropping people off can just zoom to the top. And, I do mean zoom.
I guess the stop signs are not clear enough for some people.
Somewhere in the hospital I dropped the parking ticket. I know most places charge the maximum if you don’t have the ticket. I was a bit worried about what the maximum would be.
“No ticket, that’s $4,” the man at the gate said.
“$4 not to have to go back into the hospital?” I asked. “I call that a great deal!”
He laughed.
Maybe we aren’t the only ones who feel this way about it.
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Date: 2011-11-28 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-28 02:01 am (UTC)It only really bothers me when I go back there.
Walking past that waiting room on the second floor was the hardest.
And, on the anniversary of Jean's death too...
But, I'm pretty sure it was harder on my wife today.
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Date: 2011-11-28 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-28 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-28 05:02 am (UTC)I hope her aunt will be alright.
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Date: 2011-11-28 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-28 03:30 pm (UTC)That hospital does seem rather weird, too - looking at the pictures of the garden, waterfalls, etc under the exposed girders with the glass panels and darkness outside, I am reminded of the movie "Silent Running". Which also wasn't a happy movie either.
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Date: 2011-11-28 04:36 pm (UTC)