Hospitals.

There are one heck of a lot of sick folk these days, if not having any rooms available at the hospital is any indication. Full to overflowing. Full to the brim. Full as a tick (as my mother used to say after a very good meal).

Aunt Connie has been moved to a "private room" in the outpatients department. She at least has the comfort of a real bed and not a stretcher, plus she is alone and doesn't have to listen to all the other patients tell the doctors about all of their ailments. It's no fun being sick and to have to hear about everyone else's problems. That doesn't lend itself to recovery very quickly.

When I went to see her this evening, there were people throwing up, people falling down, announcements of "CODE BLUE" - three times, nurses running here, doctors running there, aids doing paper work here and cleaning staff mopping up there.

After visiting hours, as I walked past the nurses station in emergency, the smell of alcohol permeated the hallways, people "tried" to stand, waiting for whoever was brought in by ambulance and who was now behind the curtain with several paramedics and various other staff attempting to do whatever was necessary for that person to continue living.

It seems hospitals have a life all their own.

We are very fortunate to have a hospital to come to, even if it is full.

Nurses are efficient. They go the extra mile. They help as much as they are able.

Aunt Connie is being taken care of and I am thankful.