Although I realize that within the sterile white walls of hospitals incredible work — life changing work — is happening, I still can’t help but feel they are completely spooky. I’ve pretty much always felt that way, but as I get older it’s harder to hide.
I can’t remember exactly what was wrong, but my brother had to be hospitalized for a good couple of days. Even back then, the hospital was an intimidating place, one where everyone was taller than me and where people rushed about with little regard for the little girls playing with grass in the hallways. My cousin took me to the gift store to pick out a nice “get well” gift for my brother. I picked out a roll of Necco candy wafers. And then on the walk from the gift store back to his hospital room, I ate the entire thing. But see, that was part of my plan. So that when I finally got to his room and had to see him, I could talk about how I sabotaged his “get well” gift and we would have something else to focus on.