I wanted to get in the hospital but not this quick.
My father took a trip to the ER this morning and wound up being admitted for severe abdominal pain. I think he’s going to be fine though. The doctors and nurses have focused on making sure it’s not a heart problem and have pretty much ruled that out at this point. We’re hoping they’ll finally focus on the real issue which is his GI track soon.
I made an interesting observation today. In general, when people hear that someone is “in the hospital” they freak out and think the worst. They assume something terrible has happened and death must be imminent. But for me, and probably most people who actually work in the hospital, the phrase is somewhat benign. I mean, there’s not really any fear attached to it anymore. There may even be some hope there. The hospital is not where people go to die, it’s where people go to find out what’s wrong with them, get it fixed, and keep on living. It’s a safe place. Of course I realize I am a naive 3rd year medical student who hasn’t started my clerkships and seen a lot of death up close yet. Still, I think I will probably keep at least a bit of this adjusted, realistic perspective after all of my training is over.
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