2025-09-09 Hospital
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The feeling when the surgeon calls and tells you the ops went well and
that you can visit in two hours.

The weird reality of hospital life. A room, a bed, a nurse, two,
three, friendly, smiling, people dressed in white, rooms in beige, and
then the passage into the underworld where the surgeons and the other
nurses work, where lights are bright and people are dressed in blue,
with gloves and masks, and to pass by the various halls, and stand in
that in-between space where a nurse dressed white hands you over to
the nurse dressed in blue, the repeated questions of your name, your
birthdate, the reason for being here, everybody wary of making a
mistake, to catch a peek of the operation theatre where doctors are at
work, patients covered, like objects, and feel the intravenous needle
and the cold salt water in your arm, the pads that monitor your brain
waves, the pads that monitor your heart beat, the machines and the
beeps, the oxygen mask, the dizziness, turning into an object
yourself, wondering whether you’ll be a good object for them to work
with, to pass out … and to open your eyes again, to hear your name, to
hear whispered conversations, to be brought back into those upper
levels, to see a familiar face, to regain a voice, a face, to be a
person again.

My wife had a lot to tell.

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