How can one building be so intertwined in my life over the last 15+ years?
One building – the hospital.
I have a love/hate relationship with my hospital. I’ve celebrated the births of both my boys (as well as nieces and nephews) here, and I’ve watched as my grandmother took her last breath here.
I’ve accompanied others to procedures, ER visits, surgeries, and treatments here, and I have had procedures, ER visits, surgeries and treatments here.
Many a time I’ve walked in with flowers and a card, or a box of chocolates, or a fruit basket, or a change of clothes, or a baby seat..
I have worked here for 2 years until the Health Department re-located, and now I’m back working here again.
I have had memories here at the hospital – events that are ingrained in my mind, in slow motion….ready to be played back at a moment’s notice.
I have connected with my soul sister here, and I have visited more than one person here at the end of their lives.
My relationship with my hospital is a long term one, and I know I’ll have many more dates with this old friend.