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May 26, 2008

Hospital list: night gown, tooth brush, pork chop

I am a prude.

I think.

I just found out my hospital attends to their patients in mixed rooms. I'm a confident, young, modern woman, but that *slightly* shocked me.

Are mixed rooms in hospitals common?

I don't know why I'm surprised.

I should have known this was the way to go in a country where (among other things) tolerance and openness about subjects like sexuality are considered great goods. I think tolerance is important too, but I tend to believe we're exaggerating a bit in this part of the world. An example: a couple of months ago, an animal rights activist tried to streak during a the taping of a very popular amusement show. Not only was the part aired where the streaker showed up, the TV host actually ripped off the only piece of cloth and revealed his birthday suit. All this while making sexual remarks at the streaker. (Leaving Janet Jackson's nipple totally biting the dust). Though a funny bar story, in my opinion totally unappropriated to air on a early Saturday night family show with children in the audience and children watching at home. The TV-host's action was applauded by a lot of people. To me it was a nail on chalkboard, that proved yet again, the Dutch culture isn't mine.

Back to the hospital. Briefly I thought of looking for another hospital, but that would mean postponing the surgery which is just silly for a reason born out of the desire to have some privacy.

I'm hoping the gynecology patients have their rooms on a separate ward. And last I checked, gynecology was a typical female party, so you know, that hopefully means no men in the room/ ward.

And how bad can men in hospital room be, right? I mean, they're obviously not feeling well and most likely, they'll have more to worry about.. than little ol' me.

And what are the changes I get wheeled into a room and there sits...

Vegan TV streaker.

"Please do not show me your private parts mister streaker man (or I'll eat a pork chop)"

Posted at 8:04 PM


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Haha! Threaten him with a pork chop! Great idea. :)

Posted by: Zandria at May 26, 2008 8:35 PM

I've never heard of co-ed hospital rooms. I think that would make me very uncomfortable!

Posted by: Alissa at May 26, 2008 9:37 PM

LOL..well you could always come to the U.S. and get your own room, assuming of course you have health insurance. Coming from a communist country, to the U.S., I would gladly give up a private room just to know that I'm still covered if I ever lose my job. I've never been hospitalized, but I always remind myself that if our ancestors could make it without all of the luxuries that we're used to, so could I.

Posted by: Anya at May 27, 2008 1:18 AM

Heh! You are funny! I hope it's not as bad as all that...good luck!

Heidi

Posted by: Heidi at May 27, 2008 2:34 AM

I'm with you, I wouldn't want to share with anyone-- man or woman. In my small town all of the hospital rooms are private, so I can not even imagine.

Posted by: DBN at May 27, 2008 4:25 AM

I'm not a modest person. At all. Even so, I wouldn't want to share a room with a man after that kind of surgery with the extra burden of pumping.

Of course, I'm not big on sharing hospital rooms with anyone! I want the freedom to be loud and cranky and whiny without a captive audience.

Posted by: Arkie Mama at May 29, 2008 4:40 AM

Gotta admit, the idea of co-ed hospital rooms is new to me too!

Posted by: Chris at May 29, 2008 2:23 PM