Let me first say that I hate hospitals. I realize they are a wonderful thing, but I prefer to avoid them. I spent a lot of time in hospitals as a kid. Not because there was anything wrong with me, but because I had an accident-prone baby brother. Accidents involving bikes, cars, fire, wood chips, glass — for someone who has been known to faint at the sight of blood, it wasn’t the most ideal situation for me (probably even less so for my brother.) But I was cautious, and for the most part have managed to avoid being there for myself.
But now, my turn.