now cough.

So I just returned from the hospital and some IHOP with mamma Lee and I’ve come to an insightful and well thought out conclusion: I don’t enjoy going to the hospital. I don’t think anyone enjoys going to the hospital for that matter. Sure people may not mind getting check-ups or visiting a friend, but I have yet to meet anyone who is eagerly anticipating their next visit to the hospital.

The hospital is just not a pleasant place. Maybe it’s the sterile office, the cold steel, or the excruciatingly long waits. Personally, I became all too familiar with the hospital at too young of an age battling chronic asthma attacks and the little lollipops they gave me after each visit were not enough to entice me back.

I suppose my relationship with hospitals is rather love-hate. I hate going to the hospital, but having been to so many, I love medicine, science, and the doctors who commit themselves to battling sickness. I just hope that I never have to see another one of those great people again.

On a related note, last night I saw a man in the grocery store wearing this shirt.

deep, huh?