"Getting out of the hospital is a lot like resigning from a book club. You're not out of it until the computer says you're out of it" (Erma Bombeck)
I have this certain issue with hospital, its irks me. I guess the trauma of being stuck in a lift with a corpse kinda haunt you for a while. After that, I just don't like them, the smell, the environment, the feeling of having surrounded with people who are bedded, it gives me the feeling of hopelessness, being at on the side line just watching and unable to do nothing BUT I do have the tendency to over think things sometimes, justifying my very useless phobia.
I have this certain issue with hospital, its irks me. I guess the trauma of being stuck in a lift with a corpse kinda haunt you for a while. After that, I just don't like them, the smell, the environment, the feeling of having surrounded with people who are bedded, it gives me the feeling of hopelessness, being at on the side line just watching and unable to do nothing BUT I do have the tendency to over think things sometimes, justifying my very useless phobia.
Last night, was an episode at the emergency room, my teammate cum my student accidentally snagged her ear at the volleyball net during practice session. Her earring got stuck between the line thus causing it to cut the earlobe, through and through. I waited for her parents to arrive, her mum took the news positively saying that it is the nature of playing sports, injury does happen. I was there from 10.00 p.m. until 1.00 a.m. settling the necessary documentation of admitting her to the hospital, and waited for her ear to be stitched.
Well, just a another normal day at work. I hate hospital!!!! I am dreading the notion that I have to go to the hospital this Friday to settle an important issue of my life, no matter what the reason is I STILL HATE HOSPITAL!!!!
6 comments:
likewise.. hate hospital.. hate the smell.. hate the eerie feelings..
dan terasa ngilu mendengar kisah kecederaan your student itu... aaahhhh..
kalau u tengok, lagilah, terasa ngilu.....I actually squirm when I saw the doctor stitching her earlobe. (gatal nak tengok...hehe)
AAARRGGGHH. Stitches story. *shudder*
Hospitals don't really bother me since I used to work in/near one. Every so often I have to go over and get stuff, meet people etc there. Passing by the mortuary doesn't do a thing for me except if I see the trolley, I sedekah Al-Fatihah to the deceased.
The phobia happened when I was very young, kinda traumatized at an early age. hehehe, being 5 and stuck in a lift with just you, two attendances, and a corpse, was a nightmare for little old me.
At 5??!?? No wonder you were traumatised.
*pats Naz*
Well, it contributed to one of my major phobia, I was terrified of lifts. I rather take the stairs not the lift until I was 18, I was forced to take the lift by friends during an outing.
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