Monday, December 6, 2010
Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate.
Colder days especially remind me of hibernating in hospitals, months lost to the revolving doors, indifferent to the outside world. Scratchy pink blankets and fluttering white and blue gowns. Dry heated air and cold tile floors against bare feet padding down the hall to scales, or tredded socks shuffling to bathrooms without doors. Wards in winter are safer than in summer, when the windows lock and the restraints on the bed rattle during thunderstorms.
Time measured in meals and staff rotations, discharge dates and tightening clothes. Or how well you can fake a smile.