Just found out that one of my favorite singers is also sick with a sore throat and had to struggle through his concert last night, and then cancel the tonight’s show. I hope he gets better soon! I heard he had to go to a hospital to see a doctor and was told not to sing for two days. Apparently, some concert goers were not too happy because Ticketmaster did not tell them until after the show was supposed to start that it had been cancelled. Poor guy, I’m sure he feels terrible about letting down his fans. I hope he takes care of himself. But I sympathize since I had to go to the doctor today myself. These antibiotics are helping, by the way.

Anyway, I often wonder about my changed attitude towards doctors, hospitals and health care in general. When I was a child, I used to get sick a lot, especially after moving overseas. My mom would take me to a hospital to see a doctor, and I would often need antibiotics, etc., for bronchitis, allergies, you name it. I even had those nasty allergy shots when I was in high school. It did not phase me one bit to be in a crowded waiting room. Maybe it’s because I was a lot more hopeful and optimistic back then about everything.

When I came back to the States for college, I often marveled when people would tell me that they did not like hospitals, and often, doctors. I wondered why. Usually I was told that it was because hospitals seemed like a cold, unfeeling place to be, and most people just weren’t comfortable there. It took me many years to finally understand that doctors and hospitals here in the U.S., besides often being cold, hard places, could also be incompetent, cost a lot of money, and produced a lot of anxiety for patients in general. I don’t know how to explain why I was more comfortable going to a hospital overseas. Maybe it’s because sick patients were everywhere, out in the open. Whereas over here, it seems that they are kind of kept out of sight for the most part. So to go to a hospital or see a doctor and be sick is kind of weird–it means that you are somehow defective, perhaps? Or just out of the normal stream of life, and it makes one very uncomfortable, especially the typical American that likes to take pride in their own independence and individual strength. This is just my hypothesis, so it may or may not be correct.

One hospital I did like, though, was the maternity section at the hospital where I gave birth. They made it look very warm, homey and comfortable, in a feminine mauve color throughout. I wonder why they can’t make the rest of the hospital rooms comfortable like that? It would make the patients feel better, I think. Perhaps it would even help them recover faster?