A Monday Mission put up on Tuesday answered on Thursday. You can tell it’s summer, can’t you?
1. When was the last time you were in the hospital as a patient? As a visitor?
I tried to visit an aquaintance who was dying from cancer just before Christmas, but he was undergoing some sort of treatment so we couldn’t see him, that’s the last time I visited a hospital. Well, except the blood donor office is at the hospital, of course. Last time I was in hospital for treatment must be about ten years back – I came in for half an hour or so to have a mole removed from my back. I’ve never been in hospital overnight, actually – or not since my parents first brought me home after I was born, that is.
2. Have you ever been put under anesthesia or sedation? For what reason? Did it mess with your mind?
Only local anasthesia, and that doesn’t really mess with your mind, does it?
3. Have you (or someone close to you) ever had any major surgery? How did it go?
No major surgery. Not me, not anyone close. My grandmother has just had a minor operation on one of her eyes, though, and that seems to have gone pretty well.
4. How about the emergency room? Have you ever had to be taken there, or had to accompany someone else? What happened?
No.
5. Have you ever donated blood (or other fluids)?
I donate blood regularly, and have been doing so for the last five years. So should you.
6. Are you an Organ Donor? How do you feel about having your organs being donated to those in need once you die? Have you or someone you know ever been the recipient of donated organs?
I have a donor card in my wallet, and the family have talked about it so everyone’s aware that all of us are fine with our organs being donated if it should ever become an issue. I think agreeing to donate organs is of self-evident benefit and I can’t see any reason to say no. Why would I care what happens to my kidney, heart, whatever, I’ll be dead anyway, I mean, that’s the whole point. And the same goes for people close to me, if my brother were killed in an accident (touch wood), letting someone else die or suffer because I won’t agree to his organs being used is pretty lame, it’s not going to bring him back, is it?
7. Do you know any men who refuse, or are too afraid, to go to see a Doctor? Why are so many men like that?
Well, my grandfather should have been to the doctor to have his “continuing to drive is ok” certificate, and he says he’s been but my grandmother thinks he hasn’t. The reason for him not wanting to go is pretty obvious, though, and has little to do with any general reluctance to visit the doctor. On the whole I don’t think my male aquaintances are more reluctant to see a doctor than my female aquaintances.
BONUS: Do you remember when we used to sing?
Van Morrison’s Brown Eyed Girl, methinks.
Voice in my head: Van Morrison, obviously.
