Hospital Beds. The often over looked inanimate object in a hospital. It faithfully and without fault carries the weight of sickness, provides a home to the healing, and ultimately provides a dock to a place unknown -- I was listening to a song by a great Canadian band named Hey Rosetta!, the song was called "Hospital Bed" and while listening, there was this line that for some reason stayed with me all week. It went like this:
"When I'm dying, promise compliance."
The meaning of that line can be taken in many different directions, but to me it signified passing away with dignity. I believe being in the throws of the medical world has forced me to grow up exponentially faster than any 23 year old I know. How does anyone know when enough is enough?, Holding on is something not easily "unlearned" but what I have learned is when a vessel is left, don't hold on.
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