
It’s been a while since I’ve been in a hopsital as a guest. Today I get the priveledge of waiting for a friend of mine to get out of surgery. She thinks of herself a volleyball superstar and tore her acl during a game.
But this isn’t about her. As I am sitting here I realize this hospital is final place for many people. There are no smiles on the people in the waiting room. I’ve seen more cheery faces at the dmv. Despite Kaiser’s best tries to keep this hospital lively and deathfree, you might as well paint blood on the walls.
And yet I feel very warm on the inside. I am blessed to have my health besides the minor (but fastly accumulating) injuries from basketball. I am alive, best not to waste it.