I was working in a part of the hospital today called Transitional Care which I’m thinkin’ might be a fancypants name for torturing old people.
‘Cause that sure is what it seemed like they were doing. Most of these old geezers were having a tough time just sitting in their wheelchairs and breathing. And this super scrawny woman and her sausage squeezy fat-ass accomplice were making these old farts move around and walk ten feet or so before collapsing.
And I thought, shit. I never, ever want to be here in their shoes. This is gonna sound awful, but. Working around those people didn’t make me feel for them, didn’t make me want to help them or sympathetically hold their hand and empathize with their plight.
It made me wonder why.
As in, why, would anyone clench so white-knucklededly to such a dismal, drab existence? Why keep gripping and pedaling the bicycle wheel like a hamster waiting for the therapist to give you a break and tell you how good you’re doing? Why keep sitting in a room ringed with similarly old people, wondering who’s next up for the walk around the room or maybe the final walk with the hazy flowers?
I know I’m still young enough to boldly say I’LL NEVER END UP LIKE THAT, to think that I’m brave enough and committed enough to the Papa Hemingway out to never be wheezing on a physical therapy mattress struggling to do a leg lift.
Sorry for the downer.
But, and hey, on other news? I pay tuition tomorrow, sign the rest of the papers, and start training on Monday to drive a big rig. It’s a big step, Junior.
I wish Miss Carol was more behind it and more enthusiastic. but.
A) I used to cable hospitals and that is exactly why I hated it!!!! So depressing, I don’t care who you are, it gets to you!!!
And 2) Be happy Miss Carol is behind you at all and check occasionally to make sure she’s not behind you with a weapon.
Not so much depressing as perplexing, ya know? Or maybe I’m just in denial.
And yeah, you’re right. I’m pretty happy Miss Carol hasn’t tried to beat me with a baseball bat while I sleep.
People hang on because they are afraid of what happens next. Personally, when my time comes I plan to enjoy the ride….but not rushing things to get there just yet.
Have to agree with Bryant on number two…
Ya know?, you could be right about that.
Hadn’t thought of that.