Friday, July 10, 2009
Sign of the Times
Well, the hospital area in which I work has now joined the ranks of "enter by metal detector". Do I work in a jail, you ask? No, not any more, I left because for one thing, it was getting too dangerous, and they were only teenagers. Do I work in an Emergency Room? No, never have, and really don't ever want to. I've heard stories of gangsters coming back to finish what they started; and, really, it's just not my thing. So where do I work, you must be thinking? What high level, intense area must this be that people might feel the need to come visit armed and looking for trouble?
Well, let me give you a hint.
Diapers, burp cloths, and frequent flying storks. Thankfully, the dangerous area is down the hall, and I'm in my own little alcove in the neonatal icu or I might have to start wearing camouflage.
What a World, What a World...