My dad is in the hospital but they don’t know what’s wrong with him. I hate hospitals. I hate waiting and waiting and waiting to see a doctor and then they can’t tell you anything. I hate watching shifts change and knowing you’ve been there for more than one. I hate hospital food and hospital coffee. I hate that you can get sicker in the hospital than you were when you went in, and I hate that there’s the possibility you won’t come out alive.
My ex-bf A. used to drag me to the hospital at all hours while he underwent various tests and whined about nonexistent ailments. It was very stressful at the time, because I didn’t know he was just an idiot. There’s no cure for that.