Hospice for my Imagination

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I have convinced myself that the hospital is a place that is equivalent to a halloween house of horrors that runs 24/7/365 days a year. Where else can you chance to hear and see the possibility of someone suffering great pain. Groaning or bleeding from injury. My minds inner paranoia went into overdrive overanalyzing and adding a twisted outlook on what may seem normal in this sterilized environment of medical practice. In the waiting room, patients coming out of surgery were wheeled by us as they were escorted to their recovery rooms. The escorts were wearing surgical attire and masks. Everything looked very much like an episode of the Twilight Zone t.v. show. Many things in the place that can make you sick or give you a virus. Things such as bacteria and germs. Infections of some sort are all you here about in the news coming out of a hospital. Plagues that are brought into by an infected victim will only grow out of control in a quarantined room, only to be accidently let loose upon the comunnity. Behind closed doors, surgeries take place. Human bodies getting "modified" in some sort of way. Losing a piece for healths sake and mostly paid for by a corporation known as medical insurance. Flashbacks of having watched "the human centipede" return to memory. Throughout my waiting in the waiting room, I kept seeing medical machinery get rolled pass us. Covered over by a white sheet to hide its possible menacing instruments of human anatomy inspection. As you have read, I am no fan of going into hospitals. I have always had an uneasiness in going into one. The environment in hospitals sets my imagination into overtime, sometimes I catch my reflection in the window of the lobby vending machine smiling at the thoughts going on in my head. Photograph- Taken/Owned by me, Plethos