I would never want to work in a hospital. The recent eight day bout of daily hospital visits has reinforced that conviction. Sure, I was on my way to becoming best friends with the parking lot attendant, and the nursing staff were caring and compassionate, but all that standing around in clusters at nursing stations would drive me bonkers. I won't even get into the most obvious drawback of the occupation, the dealing with bodily fluids of others aspect.
I realize that I used to be in the hospital on a near daily basis, back in my former life in stroke research, but I was really more of a tourist, making quick trips up to the boss' office or to meetings, being careful not to touch anything with bare hands. It's different when you are carrying a file folder.
Last week, I was at the hospital often enough to be able to choose a favourite nurse, a slight man with an uncanny resemblance to Moby, only brown. His gentleness and quiet thoughtfulness were enough to bring me to the verge of tears at times. I'm grateful that there are people like him in the health care system. Almost as grateful as I am to not be dealing with it on a daily basis any more.
A world removed from the basic struggles of hospital life is my latest contribution to BC Musician Magazine. It's the summer festival issue, and in this short piece, I have speculated on the future of music festivals. Space Fest, anyone?