Bad Prognosis

The prognosis for Ashley’s grandfather isn’t good. There are still more tests and procedures to be done, but as of this writing, it’s not good. I took a candid of her feeding him tonight, but I don’t want to share that image here.

I also can’t get over just how cluttered this hospital is. The nurses’ desk at the center of the floor is covered in everything from computer wires and Christmas decor to oversized Stanley thermoses and more. The ceiling in this place is also noticeably lower than others, making the whole place feel suffocating to a tall person like me. Oversized rolling chairs and equipment stands litter the hallways. There always seems to be lights out no matter where you look. It feels like there’s nowhere to stand without being in someone’s way.

If I ever end up in the hospital, I hope it’s never in one like this. I will not heal in a place so brimful of bad lighting and both necessary and unnecessary junk.

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