I need to get over this irrational fear of hospitals.
Whenever people call to tell me so-and-so is in the hospital, I automatically assume they are going to die/are dead. Not even a fraction of a second after the sentence has left their mouth, I soon feel those metaphorical walls build up to help steel me from an otherwise disastrous blow.
But, hospitals were designed to help people, right? I’m sure their proportion of patients who leave the hospital alive is higher than their proportion of people who leave the hospital in a body bag. Right?
It has to be. Otherwise, I may just enter insane mode and never exit it.
My 6-yr old nephew, Anthony, was rushed to the emergency room this evening due to a convulsive seizure of unknown cause. My mom and I went to the hospital as soon as we found out; he’s not in the best of shape, but there appears to be no brain damage, and it looks like he’s going to be fine. I hope and pray to whatever gods are out there that he is makes it home safely and is in good health.
I would just like to shout out to Maggie Smith, the actress who played Minerva McGonagall. During the last two films, she was going through chemotherapy because she had breast cancer. This woman put on her brave face and did the best damn acting she could. She looked beautiful and perfect as though she were as healthy as could be. She brought tears to our eyes and smiles to our lips whilst battling CANCER and Death Eaters. Did she have to keep on play McGonagall? No, of course not. She could have stopped to get healthy at a steady pace. But she kept acting for us, for the fans. I would just like to thank her and show my appreciation.