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Beyond healing

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 medical services profession during a global health crisis, or just the emotions evoked by its simple heartwarming stories.  On a personal level, it has been a much welcomed distraction as well as a complication in my chaotic sedentary life.  I’ve never heard of anyone else falling to a deep sleep with the drama in mind, but I wouldn’t be surprised.  So thank you, Hospital Playlist, for keeping me company during one of the most uncertain periods in my life.  

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