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02-26-2002, 05:23 PM
Today was a hospital kind of a day. My step-dad is in the hospital. Seems that yesterday he had a dizzy spell that lasted over an hour, which worried my mom so much that she took him to the emergency room. They suspected a heart attack and transported him by ambulance to another hospital. It turns out that he didn't have a heart attack, but he does have clogged arteries. This explains his lethargic behavior lately - always tired, etc. Since he was recently diagnosed with diabetes we just assumed that his body was just taking a while to adhust to the new diet. Nope.
Anyway, he needs triple bypass surgery. He'll be transferred to yet a third hospital for that, probably tomorrow.
So I'm off work for the day while I'm with my mom and step dad. Coincidentally, my mom had an appointment at yet another hospital, so I accompanied her to that. She doesn't like to drive much anymore.
As I sit here people watching, I notice a few things. There are two categories of people here - old, and fat. No children, and no old, fat people. Lesson? Don't get fat, or you won't get old.
Everyone that comes in has to pay $15 - obviously a health plan thing. So, don't get fat, and always carry fifteen dollars. Now that I think about it, old people visit the doctor a lot, which is never fun. Ok then - don't get fat, don't get old, and always carry fifteen dollars just in case.
And the paper bags. The pharmacy is in the main lobby where I'm sitting, and the bottles of pills are put into small brown bags. Don't get old, don't get fat, carry fifteen dollars just in case, and don't hate brown paper bags.
I'm sitting next to a small childrens area that is built in the shape of a castle. There's a little boy playing a little hide and seek with me, even though I'm just sitting there. He ducks behind the little wall, eases his head around the corner, smiles and ducks back. He goes around the wall and does it again. Each time he peek around the wall I smile. This goes on for a few minutes, then my mom comes out and we head to the door. As we leave I see the kid and smile again. I feel a little better.
Don't get old, don't get fat, carry fifteen dollars just in case, don't hate brown paper bags, and always smile at children.
-OC
Anyway, he needs triple bypass surgery. He'll be transferred to yet a third hospital for that, probably tomorrow.
So I'm off work for the day while I'm with my mom and step dad. Coincidentally, my mom had an appointment at yet another hospital, so I accompanied her to that. She doesn't like to drive much anymore.
As I sit here people watching, I notice a few things. There are two categories of people here - old, and fat. No children, and no old, fat people. Lesson? Don't get fat, or you won't get old.
Everyone that comes in has to pay $15 - obviously a health plan thing. So, don't get fat, and always carry fifteen dollars. Now that I think about it, old people visit the doctor a lot, which is never fun. Ok then - don't get fat, don't get old, and always carry fifteen dollars just in case.
And the paper bags. The pharmacy is in the main lobby where I'm sitting, and the bottles of pills are put into small brown bags. Don't get old, don't get fat, carry fifteen dollars just in case, and don't hate brown paper bags.
I'm sitting next to a small childrens area that is built in the shape of a castle. There's a little boy playing a little hide and seek with me, even though I'm just sitting there. He ducks behind the little wall, eases his head around the corner, smiles and ducks back. He goes around the wall and does it again. Each time he peek around the wall I smile. This goes on for a few minutes, then my mom comes out and we head to the door. As we leave I see the kid and smile again. I feel a little better.
Don't get old, don't get fat, carry fifteen dollars just in case, don't hate brown paper bags, and always smile at children.
-OC