mamabunny

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Hospitals are strange places.
I think, especially if you are a smoker. Because all the smokers seem to congregate in some 'designated' area. It kept reminding me of how prison would be. Of course i've never been in prison. The simularities of hospitals and prisons baffle me.
So, back to smoker talk.

hospital inmate: So, *puff *puff what are you in for?

hospital inmate2: (fill in with your choice of ailment)

That basically sums it up.

i was freaking out, lonely in a big hospital, in a foreign town, angry because of the lack of control we have over our bodies sometime. Angry at what a inconvienence this was.
Then she spoke.

"I came in because of this cough. They just told me i have stomach cancer, lung cancer, and brain cancer. I dont have anyone here, i cant stay here. I dont really know any details about all this, i dont really know how l o...ng--- Im going to Jamaica to be with my husband."

It always seems like anything you say to console someone that has suffered a devistating blow, is all wrong. Its all wrong. At least thats the way it feels to me. I decided a long time ago that the best comfort is in saying nothing at all. And just listening.

She lit a cigarette. " i havent smoked in 35 years. ah well."

I say, "shit, ide be smoking too." (or something along those lines)

I didnt say anything else. I put out my cigarette and went back to my own prison. I colored my thoughts and my soul with her, and reminded myself there is always someone who has it worse than i.
Stop complaining. Stop freaking out. And i am ok. They fixed me. The Jamaican lady will be dead soon.