why i hate hospitals

There is just something wrong in staying in a hospital, even if you are not the one confined. Take my case for example. I hate staying in a hospital, and I have several reasons why.

1. Sure, the room is air-conditioned all day, all night. But this new high-tech air-con, for people who hate cold, is just difficult to control—it’s either hot or super cold. It’s either you get suffocated or frozen.
2. Sure, they have hotel-style accommodation in this hospital somewhere in Ortigas. But you can’t rest because people keep on coming in. Nurses come every so often, asking the same questions the other nurse asked just a while back. They wake you up because they have to endorse you to another nurse when they change shifts and explain to the incoming nurse the pronexin or whatever meds you are taking. I wonder if these aren’t on their records. (The doctors, though, are often hard to find.) Then, there are these housekeeping people twice a day, people who deliver meals that come too early, and the people who change the beddings! Argh! You just cannot rest here.
3. And the meals! They have nice presentations, all right, but they don’t exactly taste good. Our patient here says so. There are meals you can buy, though. At a price not worth it.
4. The expenses. Whew!
5. And because you cannot just leave the patient alone and walk around and because there is no sunshine coming in, you get weak every day. Like now, I am already sick.
6. And just the thought that your mom is here gets you depressed.

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