A Dearth of Common Courtesy

A morning spent overthinking the incident that found my wife Cat in the hospital ward lounge crying because she’d been driven out of her ward by a hoard of visitors to another patient has led me to the following plan.

You’d think everyone understood hospitals are designed as a quiet place where the sick and injured can rest and recover, and not party central.

Remember that lounge I found Cat crying in? How hard would it have been to take the party out there and leave my wife in peace?

Should I ever end up in hospital and a comparable situation happens to me, I will:

  • Pack up all my things.
  • Throw open all the curtains.
  • Tell the patient who is receiving so many guest that she needs this space more than I do.
  • Walk out.

And when I’m asked what I’m doing, I will:

  • Look the asker in the eye.
  • Answer with the question: You don’t honestly believe I can be so selfish as to squat on such a valuable piece of real estate when it is obvious other people need it more than I do.
  • Set up camp in the lounge.
  • Refuse to go back on the same grounds.

Rather passive agressive of me, I know.

Maybe it’s a good thing I’m a writer and can find other ways to let the steam off.



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