The smell is different from that of a nursing home. Adherence to extreme sanitation measures is present. Probably covering up the layers of stale urine from days gone by. I’m not comfortable in this type of environment at all. I’m not entirely sure why, but hospitals always seem to be in a hurry. Nurses walk at the speed of light & doctors look pensive with their clipboards.
I’m here as a professional and as a friend who would do anything to help another friend out. The woman I am sitting beside isn’t the woman I once knew. She looks more or less the same,if not a little older. Aging elegantly like a fine wine. Her eyes sparkle when she smiles. She doesn’t remember me at all. I’m used to this at work, not with people I once knew.