Hospital

When I was young......a lot young........I remember, in primary school, there being an ant farm in a glass case in our classroom. At that age and at this I had and have little interest in bugs of any kind. What I do remember is their industry. They were everywhere......scurrying all over the place. Fetching and carrying ........always seeming to have a purpose, always seeming to be organized, although without a union but obviously having some end in mind. Gathering food, some in construction, some merely and apparently socializing but all doing something.........workers, soldiers,drones.



York Central Hospital reminded me of the ant farm. Different groups in different uniforms, many out of sight......doing "their thing" behind closed doors. Different departments on different floors.
The same guy, in his grey uniform, driving the floor cleaner seemingly in a trance. The same lady, in her hair net, dishing out food in the cafeteria somewhat reminiscent of British Rail......caught having a fag later on her tea break!!

A line up of volunteers, in their green vests, at the main entrance waiting to pounce on anyone who gives the smallest impression of being lost.



Come tomorrow, Tuesday, Hil and I will have been to the hosptal three times in five days. Forty five dollars in parking and several excursions to Timmy's on the main floor.



Tests, tests and more tests......Hilary just takes it in her stride and gives me all the details after the fact.

What strikes you immediately is the friendliness of the staff. They seem to make a specific effort to put you at your ease. I guess it must come with the territory. Some departments must be pretty scary places causing your imagination to go to places you might not want to go it being human nature to think the worst.

Down in the basement, in C-Wing, is the nuclear department! Super friendly people in white coats.........super worried/looking people sitting in uncomfortable chairs seemingly waiting their fate.

Spok would love this place! I peeked in a couple of empty rooms. No wonder the health system is so expensive! No cell phones down here......no laptops. You almost expect the staff to be glowing blue and purple under the indirect lighting. Nuclear warning signs everywhere.

Gallium Scan!! Sounds like something the Enterprise would encounter in outer space, perhaps some sort of transportation device........beam me up Scotty!! Looks that way for sure. An overgrown doughnut that revolves around you once you have been inserted so to speak. Painless of course......taking pictures outlined by the radioactive milkshake injected into your bloodstream three days prior.....just part of the routine. Hilary was strapped in and told to hold still for twenty seven minutes. Her nose itched!



She's on the golf course this afternoon. She can't play tennis but her golf game will improve. Back to the ant farm tomorrow........another fifteen bucks for parking but we shouldn't be there too long this time, just some additional tests.