Angels Uncatered For

If there is one place on earth that I try my best to evade on a routine basis, that should be a hospital. I have met several others who share this quirk with me, but in me, it gets transformed to a phobia. The only instance I feel better is on visiting new moms. The smell of disinfectant, the general sombre air, hallways that echoes eerie sounds of footsteps... ooh! I don’t know. I have always marveled at the mental orientation of medical students who study in an atmosphere like this. A best pal had once remarked that she finds the air extremely conducive to academic exertions. I doubt if my literature counterparts would agree. I guess not. It is true that doctors are usually meted out the honor and respect that their jobs deserve and in some cases, more. But I reckon there are few others who deserve some consideration as well. The last time I visited my grandfather in a private hospital, I saw the much familiar sight of nurses running around in the corridors, their arms loaded with trays of medicine and other knickknacks. I don’t know if I should be adding “their faces with a smile” phrase. Many people have remarked that that was a false cliche for many of them were actually bitter. I wonder how they would feel after wiping someone’s shit. Well, seriously! It is really easy for people to be criticizing but just imagine a day in their shoes? If at all some of them are bitter, I don’t think many of us deserve to complain. Well in my case, I certainly don’t. I listened to my grandmother sympathizing with them.” They don’t have a moment’s rest”. She said. After getting out of the building, I almost sighed with relief. Through an open door, I heard somebody yelling at a nurse. I... blinked. That's what many of us can do, after all.