I’m not talking about the virus. It’s not a good time to get any kind of illness especially anything serious. I’m having a skin procedure in December just before Christmas. It’s the soonest appointment I can get. I’m worried they will again shut down all non-essential procedures. I’m worried that my doctor will get sick. I am less worried that I will get sick but it could happen with virus cases escalating exponentially. Lots of things to navigate until then all involve worry.
Yesterday I spent some time at the hospital as the personal uber and upbeat therapist (yeah, that was a stretch) for a beloved family member. We’ve had some health issues here. Any health issue requires tests up the wazoo (that’s a technical term).
Between all that’s gone on this year and my brother’s car accident a few years back, I’m well versed in the secrets of our local mega-hospital campus. I know where you can get a good parking space. I don’t like parking decks. People drive like maniacs and I get disoriented in them and lose my car.
There are a lot of others like me as the ground level lot parking lot is always full. I laugh at the cars driving around waiting for someone to leave. There is a ramp that goes down to a lower level that allows you to exit. That ramp has parking places and you can always get one. It’s no farther than any of the other spaces but I suppose nubies who don’t frequent the hospital, don’t know where it goes. Good for me. Keeps them out of my spots.
I know where all the bathrooms are. Yep, I’m good at that. There is a coffee shop. It’s not Starbucks but they sell Starbucks coffee. Yesterday I got to watch and was surprised at how little traffic they get. It may have been the timing, just before lunch.
There are long wide corridors great for walking. If I’m waiting for someone I prefer to be able to get up and walk the hallways. It makes my Fitbit happy and I’m all about that. They have benches (which have become rare) along the corridor making it good place to sit a bit.
There are various wings named after benefactors who funded them. I was surprised to see one named after the former CEO of one of the companies I worked for. I knew him well. He was cheap, niggling down an item at a charity flea market. Seriously? You can buy an island but you don’t want to pay $50 for a small doodad?
They have a new children’s wing. It’s very pretty and colorful. Nothing like where they put me when they yanked out my tonsils in the 1950s. That was something out of Dickens. I was very scared. I was young and it was the first time I was away from home.
All went well yesterday but there will be more trips. Maybe I can find more secrets. I’d love to find those supply closets where docs have all the sex (Grey’s Anatomy). I asked one of my docs about that and his response was “I wish.”