So yeah… I am one of those types. I have an EXTREME phobia of hospitals. I can’t stand them, they scare the shit out of me. I have never had any broken bones, never had any form of surgery, and I rarely get sick. I don’t really walk on egg shells or anything to prevent these things from happening, I guess I have just been lucky so far.

Doctors, hospitals, sickness and death scare the totally scare the shit out of me. I don’t know why either. It’s strange. My wife, she is a trooper and has no fear of any of these things. However, she is deathly afraid of bugs. Seriously, she has an equal phobia of bugs as I do hospitals. Like seriously, if a bug flew on her, she will lose control and possibly even cause harm to herself towards trying to get the bug off her.

For me, I have only been a spectator at the hospital. I have cared for two very beloved family members during their terminal illnesses. Uncomfortably, I even lived in a hospital for over a month and did my home based business from a hospital chair with my laptop in the late hours of the night as I stayed with my grandmother because no one else in my family had time to be there for her.

I remember one night, sitting with my grandmother as she was dying of cancer, with all these freaky ass machines connected to her with wires, tubes and fluids, we had a really bad thunderstorm, and eventually the hospital lost its power. It was around 3:00 A.M. and our room was at the very end of a long dark corridor. Splitting the corridor between the central wing were electromagnetic double doors that instantly shut and sealed off the section of the corridor that my grandmother and I were in. Freaking instant anxiety kicked in. Correction, verge of panic attack started to creep into my bones. I wanted to leave. But there was no way I could leave my grandmother alone in the room by herself. So, I was indeed stuck, and all the dead spirits and freaky things were coming to get me. (more…)