A hospital, like a person, has a good and bad nature. I’m not talking about the people who work inside of the hospital, but rather the feelings and emotions that you experience when you are being admitted to a hospital for medical reasons …show more content…
I don’t remember what was happening at the time because I couldn’t form logical thoughts, no small part due to the medicine that was given to me, and thus I didn’t really understand what was happening. It was when the nurse walked in with a wheelchair and said the words “It is time,” that was when the paranoia and the fear etched itself into my mind. I then, very nervously, walked towards the chair and sat down. Then, right before the nurse took me out of the room, I recall looking at my parents and thinking to myself, “This might be the last time I see my parents again.” The nurse proceeded to take me to the surgery room when I was placed on a table that was as cold as ice against my bare back. Then the surgeons walked in the room and placed a breathing mask on my face. I specifically remember the mask because of the scent it gave when it was placed on my face. The scent in question, was that of raspberry bubblegum. This was important to me because it was the last thought that crossed my mind. Fast forward a couple of hours later, I find …show more content…
The difference being that you experience a whole different set of emotions. When I go to a hospital to see someone, I get a warning from my brain that tells me I shouldn’t be here and that I should leave before something bad happens. I am not quite sure where and why I get that feeling, but it happens every time I a single foot in a hospital. This is the type of feeling that I usually get when I entered an abandoned farm. Let’s rewind the clocks back to about two years ago. I am standing at the doorstep of an abandoned house in the middle of a field that no one owns. That scene alone scared me, not to mention the fact that I was alone. As I was about to open the door, my brain warned me that something was very wrong with the current place I was located and that I should leave. I ignored this feeling and reached for the door handle. As soon as I touched it, I thought I heard a scream come from the inside of the house and thus, I bolted home. While the location might not relate to a hospital, the emotions and feelings involved in the story where the exact same. I think that it also might have to do with the fact that a hospital tends to attract people of all types and that the hospital itself, houses more than patients. The other major feeling that I get when simply visiting someone in a hospital is that death could be around any corner. There is a very