This year has been a year of reckoning. Everything I tried to ignore about my health has punched me in the face and I was forced to confront them one at a time. More recently, I had to undergo a gynecological procedure that required me to go under for about an hour. In the days - actually, weeks - before it happened, I had been obsessively listening to the Hospital Playlist soundtrack. As I went under, I was thinking about how there’s a curtain draped between my face and the site of the procedure and how it’s similar to what I see in the drama’s surgical scenes. The next thing I knew, I was roused from a pleasant dream of what I would presume was all about Hospital Playlist, and I grinned at the OR like an idiot with the joy of coming back to the world bursting inside of me. They said Hospital Playlist is a drama that heals. Its profound impact on so many people is undeniable, whether because of its influence on organ donation drives, its spotlight on the m...
and my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway - everything but the girl