Is This a Hospital?

Above: a flower arrangement in the dining room.

It's been such a pleasant stay in spite of Mr. S. injury, and I took some pictures around this vast hospital. The fineness of it made me think of a high end food court,

and the dining room had such beautiful views:

Signs urging good nutrition:

The Internet cafe:

espresso bar:

I like this: Be Merry. Be nice.

The River View Cafe: there really is a river view.

The conference centers, which were numerous, had buffets of fresh food.

A chapel provides a quiet and private place:

The phyicians, hospital personnel, and visitors mingle in the lobby. Today it was crowded with people at the tables having lunch. Someone playing the grand piano was treating every one to Charlie Brown Christmas tunes.

Mr. S.'s room with a view:

That's the guest bed.

The Gideon's had supplied New Testament with Psalms, free to take home.

A friend came with a tea party

Inside the hospital bathrooms, decorated with  framed reproduction of vintage signs for washing hands back in the late Victorian/early 1900's:

Some American hospitals are amazing. Also there are screens where they show you updates on your condition, from reports and from examination. Mr. S.'s charts are in full view, so we know what is going on. "We have no secrets here."

Someone left a comment about the luxury of staying in a Texas hospital. I walked around today and saw many of those same healing luxuries.

Before we arrived here on Tuesday, Mr. S. Wanted to stop and get some toothcare supplies. While we were in the store, a text came in that said, "Papa, Walmart is NOT Urgent-Care" We wonder if the phone tracking app is worth it. We can't get away with anything. 

Mr. S. Has had 6 visitors that came and visited quite a long time, because he told each one of them about being stung in that same foot by a Portuguese man of war jelly fish in the ocean in Jamaica in 1985. He thinks that had something to do with the condition of his foot.

Most of his visitors were hospital employees on their work breaks. 

They showed me how to change the bandages on Mr. S.'s foot and now they are going to watch me do it myself, so I hope to pass the test. Then, we can go home. Mr. S. Has been told not to sit so much while working so we are designing a stand-up work desk for him. Also, his health is quite good.