Hating those white silent walls

When I was still a child, around 5 or 6, my papa always brings me to his office, in the hospital. He was a former hospital administrator, director, physician and all the blahs. His credential goes on and on. What can I say? He's great! I really look up to him as a father, doctor and everything that he is and was. Going back, he always brings us to his office and it's almost like a home to me and my older sister. ALMOST. Why? I will never feel at home in a hospital. It's creepy for me. I don't know why. The four white sides of every cubicle speaks of silence and uneasiness. Kinda makes me remember of those evil scientists and doctors in horror films. The ones with chainsaw in hand and injection in the other, lethal injection. 

You might be asking why I'm saying this. You see, part of our requirement in a foreign exchange program is to have a physical exam. And so, we have to undergo these series of tests in the health service center. Most of the time, we are left to sit down and just stare. Literally. You have to wait for your turn in every consultation of course! They have the dental, x-ray, vaccination and the such. It was a long process and was quite draining. My butt hurt from sitting too much. Another reason to hate the hospital. 

Before, I wanted to become a doctor. In a hospital. But I decided that the hospital is no place for me. I hate the blood and the gore of surgery and injections. I hate the smell, the hospital smell. It's not that it stinks, but it's so eerie (When did "eerie" account as a smell. lol) or funny. Whatever. I hate the long lines of waiting. Oh well, I just hate it.