The hospital is routine. Nothing has happened incredibly out of the ordinary the past three visits. Perhaps only one thing; the old man who told me that I was gorgeous. Many times. I usually don’t take compliments seriously; but when he told me this, it really made my day. He was a nice gentleman, waiting with his wife. She had a heart catheter procedure, I believe. She looked over and smiled. Another thing I notice is the amount of time these elderly couples have been together. Most have been with one another for over 50 years. It really is an awesome concept of time.
It makes me never want to forget anything.
One other point of interest that I’ve noticed at the hospital are cow bell styled walkie-talkies that the janitorial staff wears. They seem downgrading to me, but what do I know? The staff walks around with these things around their neck and will get buzzed by the main office “Lucy, attend to room 4010″. I wonder how they feel about the loud necklaces. When they call for assistance, there is no privacy in the conversation. It’s fully audible to anyone standing within 10 feet, and still boggles my mind. Maybe I think too much about them; when I’m making cigars, I have not much else to observe.
