The Hospital
2017 06 26
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When I used to volunteer at the hospital I got very good at "not noticing" things. There are things you just don't see in order to preserve what might be the last shreds of dignity a person has. People generally weren't there because they were having a good day. You needed to treat everyone like there was nothing wrong, but in such a way as to show understanding or compassion, because something generally was terribly wrong.
You always do see things, but it didn't sink in how adept I was at the above, until the day a lady came back a week after her initial visit to the ER, to thank me for not judging her because she'd come in still in her pyjamas.
That would be the last thing I'd judge anyone for in a hospital.
I hate hospital ERs. You see things there that just take the heart out of you.