Light

Going to the hospital today for some tests. I have hyperthyroidism, and medication is needed. I don't like taking drugs, and I don't like the symptoms nor the long term risks if I don't take the drug. And I absolutely don't like going to the hospital. However based on the fact that I have to go, and that I do have the condition, I feel really grateful living in a country where I am actually able to get treatment. Where I can go to the hospital for free, and where everything seems quite well functioned, when you actually go there for real. We hear so many stories about cost reductions, inefficiency and problems in our health sector, at least if you read the news. Today I met one doctor, who might not be a world champ in psychology, nor in audience based communication, but he was kind and took his time, and I got the feeling he knew what he was doing. Besides that I only meet smiling, welcoming and empathic nurses, 15 of them I think all together, walking around in the radioactive environment that they advice family members not to be part of, a radioactive environment that I felt a bit nervous about, before I arrived. And they work there every day. And they did really well. I had to go through one nurse, two test, and a conversation with the doctor, and it took less than 50 minutes including waiting time, and at no point of time I felt that I was rushed through their system. Not at all. 

Least but not last. Health is extremely precious! And even though my condition was confirmed, I could have been worse off. Gratitude therefore stroke again when walking the dog in the forrest afterwards and noticing the light over the cornfields.