Morbid Thoughts Grounded on White Gloves and Medical Robes
By: Didge Martin 🤘
Just recently a few days ago, I had to visit a hospital because my great grandfather was confined after having diagnosed with a condition where his large intestine was blocked by something that led to something and something, I don't know stuff about that.
But anyway, ever since I was a kid, I was terrified of hospitals; just the mere thought of it brings me the chills. I don't exactly know how or why but perhaps it was because of the low resistance or response of my body to blood, or anything remotely involved to pain, the bones...anything medical weakens my whole system. Of course another major factor are the horror movies that haunted me forever involving scenes at the hospital, and also in such cases where hospitals really, really gives you an eerie feeling whenever you walk on long hallways or hear something that possibly tells you it's a spirit or a ghost. I don't know, it's just insane for a fact that hospitals are supposed to be happy places because it's a place of hope, but also, it's a place where a lot of people die- well, that's what I mean, why it's bizarrely scary.
On to my first point; watching my great grandfather hold on into his dear life grips my heart knowing that the only thing keeping him alive are the machines that monitor him from time to time. His deteriorating health made me realize that his 92 years of conquering the world is so beautiful in so many ways, I mean, wow... ninety two prominent years of living the life of being a peaceful son, brother, father, grandfather, great grandfather, friend you could ever have. My point is, enjoy life no matter how fucked up it is. You might as well reach his age if you do things the way they are supposed to be done.
Well you see, that's how life works. A cyclic paradox; death is waiting to be unraveled by the risk-takers and most feared by, well, the normal people.
Now on to my next point; ah, yes the title. You must be a bit confused. White gloves and medical robes, seems like a Grey's Anatomy kind of first episode title. Medical professionals are so far the rarest yet most admired jobs in the world. If you're a doctor, you're like... a life bender, or something. Healing people like you have super powers, I mean wow you could stop or prevent a person from dying! That's something amazing, well for a temporary time in our case. We aren't immortals, but doctors subdue us like we are. Its rhythmic and hypothetical in a sense, but it's still astonishing. You know what I mean? But also, it always led me to the thought of death, and anything related to it. I know, morbid... morbid indeed.
It made me realize that possibly the rarest thing to be appreciated are such entities revolving around a medical ward because the thought of death is directly attached to such. Why of all places I think of death connected to hospitals? Well the same way I see death as something reasonably impeccable; it's like the hospital is a station where there are only two trips:
1.) ONE WAY TICKET TO STAY ON EARTH. Well it's obvious, if the doctors can point out miraculous life-saving acts then definitely a lot of people will travel here. Then there's also
2.) ONE WAY TICKET TO THE GREAT BEYOND. There is something about the hospital where prayers are more sincere than those at churches. Probably because the people who are on the brink of their last breath tell the most fervent and honest goodbyes.
Death is something that you can not fully grasp; but it makes you cherish the importance of life
Death is something that you can not fully grasp. But on a brighter note, it's not the finish line; it's a checkpoint that says "Congratulations. You survived the first round of life. On to the next level" but before it there's this option that says "Play Again or Continue Next Level?"
Well, like we have a choice. Or God, if I may add says so and rewrites a person's story.
I know it's ridiculously fundamental to think of life and death as a game of survival. But, that's the point of living, right? To experience something and to move on to another after gaining such lessons that something provided to you. It is a ludicrous claim and a sensible idea at the same time! How utterly convenient.
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How about you? What do you think about hospitals and how death correlates with such place?
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