When they built the cardiac ward they obviously weren't taking into consideration the fact that visitors of cardiac patients might also have heart problems. Or maybe it's to get them exercising. The ward is about as far away as you can get from the car park*.
Obviously walking down a long hospital corridor one has to imagine that one is a doctor, engaged in vital life-saving work. When I tell my children this they laugh. Elder Son looks me up and down, as we're walking out of hospital together, and says, "Have you looked at yourself?"
Honestly, how rude.
At least Daughter was sensitive enough to go along with it and suggest getting me a stethoscope to dangle around my neck. Trouble is, then, someone might actually ask me to do something.
Interesting question from Elder Son: it it actually illegal to dress like a doctor? As long as you don't start treating patients? Although I suppose that might be the first step towards a psychiatric ward. I tend to imagine myself as a psychiatrist as I can't cope with blood so I could pick up some tips on how to behave.
In AMU a man kept walking up and down the corridors. I didn't notice him going in any of the rooms. I was asking the nurse about what the different colour scrubs signified. She told me light blue for staff nurses, dark blue for sisters, and so on, and then I asked, "What about turquoise?"
She wasn't sure about that but suggested a doctor. On the other hand, it could have been a man off the street imagining he's a doctor.
* Which you've just driven around for forty minutes trying to find a parking space.
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Stu asked what cwtch meant as his understanding was that it meant a hug. I'd used it to describe Husband's little den upstairs. It does mean hug but it's not just a hug, it's much more than that. It's encompassing, and refuge, and assurance, and warmth. It's a warm welshcake straight off the griddle. It's meeting a need.
So I used it to suggest a snug and cosy little area.
It's like hiraeth. In its most basic translation it means homesickness, but there isn't really a word in English for the depth of the feeling. Deep calls to deep, a longing, an absence, a yearning for something that maybe never was but that is longed for.
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During my many hospital visits to Handsome Partner, I often wondered if they'd get mad if I used online skates. All that walking. No wonder family is worn out.
In the city hospital where I have visited for foot issues, that section is as far as it can be from the front door.
They need those moving sidewalks in hospital like they have in airports. And thanks for that wonderful explanation of Welsh nuances!
Thanks for leaving me a comment on my blog - Chatty Crone. I would love to have your email address mine is skcz@comcast.net. I like to write back and ask questions - which I have a lot here. What kind of cardiac issues does your husband have - mine has them too - but it was not the reason for the last hospitalization. Where do you live? Sandie
I've heard of people impersonating doctors. And yes, that's highly illegal, but just dressing like one? Hmmm.
"dark blue for sisters" - what are "sisters?" in a medical sense? I assume you don't mean nuns, because, as far as I know, nuns have other specific "scrubs"
Nursing sisters, higher in the hierarchy than regular nurses, supervising them.
I like Debra's idea of the moving sidewalks.
Far-flung medical suites give us our aerobic exercise. Family tale: You reminded me of 2010 when our granddaughter had her first child. I lived three states away so did not get to visit. Hunky Husband (HH) was leaving town on a business trip and stopped by the hospital on his way to the airport. The nurses thought that HH was granddaughter's doctor.
Hang in there and get your exercise ; )
As Debra says, they need moving passages.
That's just mean, AC!
My pleasure, Debra.
Emailed.
It's a good one!
The nurses thought it? That's impressive.
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