But it’s not what you think, so breathe a sigh of relief, in case you were worried for a split second. However, I did indeed go to the hospital this week, but only because I taught the head of urology some good ol’ fashioned English! And for those who know me well, there are few places I hate more than hospitals.
I began my journey to the hospital early so I wouldn’t get lost and proceeded to then follow the ambulances, figuring they would be a good guide. Smart thinking on that one because being an ambulance chaser, like those TV lawyers, paid off in this case. BUT, doing so lead me into the emergency entrance, so while I was hoping with all my energy not to see any blood or screaming people, I made my way through the hospital unscarred and eventually found urology. I almost chuckled when I checked in with my new student’s secretary (“I’m here to see…”), as if I was a patient, thinking in the back of my head about what urology problems people in the waiting room think I must have.
So after a relatively successfull two hour class, which I will now have every Thursday, I couldn’t wait to get out of there and inhale some non hospital fresh air. Being someone who has historically fainted at the sight of blood, I had to give myself at least one prop for being devoted enough to teach in an environment that gives me the willies. I guess we all gotta do what we gotta do to bring home the bacon, so to speak, and that is exactly what I’m doing!
This was my GPS…
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