Weekend Plans Post: The Hospital
I had reason to hate hospitals when I was a little kid but, in recent decades, they’ve turned into much nicer places. I wanna say that 9 out of the last 10 times I’ve had reason to spend more than a couple minutes at a hospital was because I was visiting a friend who had just had a baby. It’s fun to visit people who are hours away from having a kid or hours away from having had one. Bring in a bucket of chicken. Everybody else brings stuffed animals and flowers. Hand the chicken to the dad and watch his face screw up and hear him ask “HOW DID YOU KNOW?”
The non-baby visits to the hospital? Those tend to be some weird mixture of “bad” with “bad but I’m glad the hospital can do something about this”.
With that said, we’ve got to go to the hospital tomorrow. Or we get to go there, I guess. Spend all day there and we were told that there’s a 50/50 chance that Maribou can come home early/will have to spend the night. But, Lord Willing and the creek don’t rise, Maribou will be back home on Saturday and I’ll get to spend the next two weeks getting her stuff.
*DING* “I just wanted some tea.” *DING* “I dropped my book when I took a nap, can you get it off the floor?” *DING* “I forget why I dinged you. Sorry!”
I kid, I kid. It’ll be good. Knock wood, we’ll be moving from “stuff is getting worse” to “stuff is getting better” and then things will be good for another couple of decades. We’re 99.44% sure that it’s not cancer so we’re not particularly worried about that and the main rough part will be the whole “day at the hospital” thing.
I look around my circle of friends and have reason to hope that the majority of the reasons I’ll be visiting in the hospital for the next decade or so is because their kiddos will start having kiddos.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is the top half of “Hotel”. Photo taken by Maribou.)