brain droppings
Aug. 14th, 2008 10:02 amThe Clinical Translational Research Center at Denver Children's hospital is on the top floor. The only thing above us was... the helo pad. I was woken more than once by the life flights. But I did find it difficult to get too worked up about it. I mean, yeah, I was mildly inconvenienced. But, if they were flying at all, *someone's* day was *SO* much worse than my own... and if they were flying *there*, then it was a whole families day that was that bad....
We had to pass through the Cardiac unit to get to the elevators. Whenever I'd start feeling sorry for myself, for being bored and stuck in the hospital, trying to keep an active little boy from wreaking havoc, I'd end up passing by an infant who clearly was recovering from having their chest cracked open, and Whammo! Perspective.
We had to pass through the Cardiac unit to get to the elevators. Whenever I'd start feeling sorry for myself, for being bored and stuck in the hospital, trying to keep an active little boy from wreaking havoc, I'd end up passing by an infant who clearly was recovering from having their chest cracked open, and Whammo! Perspective.
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Date: 2008-08-16 02:53 am (UTC)