Descriptive Essay About Hospital

Hospitals have become a place I’m familiar with ever since I was six years old. I know my way around and how to get there. I always remember those hour and a half long car trips. I would always get car sick and the trips became less and less fun. Hospitals at one point felt like it was my home I visited often, way more than I would have liked. Hospitals for me were absolutely dreadful, until the day I didn’t have to go anymore. After I had broken my arm when I was six, hospitals, x-rays, and the waiting rooms were something I always remembered seeing. I always despised getting up early, normally around five in the morning. I always grabbed my blanket and went to the car and slept for that hour and half until we got to the hospital. If I wasn’t

I look up at the building and I sighed every time. Me and my mom went to go get a parking spot in the ramp and it was full all the time. We always had to go up to the top floor. It was interesting to look down and see everything from the very top of building. It was always windy and cold up there, even on the hottest days. We went inside and took the elevator to get down to our floor, first to floor one. On floor one we had went to the bathrooms and got snacks. We never knew how long it was going to take. It could take ten minutes or one hour to get into a room. Sometimes we would be done in one hour. Other times it would take three hours. After the we were done on the first floor, we had to go to the second floor. We walked down that long hallway, with different turns that lead to many different rooms. Some of the walls white, others an auburn color. We got to the front desk and it was the same two women every time we went. My mom would check me in and I would stand there awkwardly. The waiting room was very large, it had many different seats and places to sit. Me and my mom picked this small corner most of the time. No one ever sat near there unless it was busy. There was a small television, often playing some doctor related show. The same corner has some kids toys around it and this huge sand toy pit. I loved to play with it when I was younger. As I got older it became boring and repetitive. Whenever we finally got called back, it was a sigh of

We got called back to go to our designated area. We went from a big waiting room to a small waiting room. I remember that we always went to Area D. I think it had went up to Area J or something like that. Area D specialized in arms, which was right for me. We would get sent back to area D and go check in, again, and wait in this very small waiting room. It had about five chairs in it and it wasn’t enough most of the times. The walls were white, and the floor was navy blue. Sometimes a small food vender would come by with fruits, candy bars, and other snacks. I got food because I was bored all the time. Whenever we did get back into an actual office, it was all white. The rooms had one or two chairs in each of them and they were the only thing that wasn’t white, but instead navy blue. There was a computer, a table bed, and sometimes a curtain in the room. All of the rooms had sinks with a cabinet above them with medical supplies in them. After getting into the room, we had to wait. Sometimes it would be one minute, other times, forty five minutes. It wasn’t fun, but it had to be done. After the doctor came in, it was the same every time. It was a different nurse, but same doctor. I will always remember doctor Adams. He was the one who I saw every time and the one who did surgery on my all three times. He would always ask me to bend my arm to see if anything is out of place and to see how my progress was doing. It