Over at RevGals the Friday Five is all about hospitals.
Five ways I have experienced hospitals, actually six:
- My earliest memory of a hospital is getting my tonsils out on my BIRTHDAY when i was 5. We lived in Quebec, in a French community and the nurses were nuns. And I was in a crib! I was both terrified and affronted.
- Sitting at the hospital with my teenage son while we waited for emergency appendectomy surgery.
- Sitting in the hospital waiting room with my mother while my father had radiation treatment.
- Waiting for surgery myself, in my first pastoral charge, 1800 kilometers (1200 miles) from home, and a parishioner who was a nurse at the hospital, came and prayed with me beforehand.
- The relief I felt after my first few days of shadowing a chaplain that I would be able to handle hospital visits.
- Waiting in emergency to have a broken wrist set and then coming home in the middle of the night to find that I couldn’t take my bra off.