View from the 9th floor.

I work at a hospital. There are different wings built at different times. The original was built in 1874. When my Mom worked in that building they called it the 100 year old building.
We can't call it that now. We call it the Maine General building. I have posted a picture of the cupola. here There was snow blowing all around it today.
It used to have bats and sometimes they used to escape into the main waiting room.

Yup nothing better than waiting to have your open heart surgery and see a bat fly by screeching.
That happened about 20 years ago. (This is now my 31st year. I started when I was 4.)
In those days the office was filled with a whole bunch of younger women. One kept yelling"call 911" (our emergency services number) some others ran around covering their heads with what ever they could, paper, sweaters. It was hysterical. I was fascinated and...... Laughed my fanny off (huh that's where it went).

So today when looking out the window on the 9th floor, I remembered that time and laughed. That was nice because my Mom died on that patient floor two years ago on the 26th and I hate going up there.
I think that was a message to stop feeling that way and it was time to let those bad feelings go. It needs to be just another patient floor for me.
February seems to be the month to let things go.

So back to my funnier blips.
My mom was a cardiovascular technician in the "cath lab" they did cardiac catherization, open heart surgery , and all the other mysterious tests that were new and groundbreaking at the time.

I could tell the story about when the films of a new procedure arrived for my Mom's lab and the only projector that showed that type of film was at the xrated theater down the street. So they all walked down from the hospital in their white lab coats looking official and entered the adult movie theater.
Can you imagine the guys that went in looking for porn and ended up watching the first angioplasties done in the US? (This was the 70s). With a room full of white coated people ooing and ahing.

That makes me smile.

Thanks Mom