Heh, the hospital I was born in turns out to be on South Essex, which would be great for Napoleonic wars porn featuring Sean Bean.
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I'm fascinated that you people know what street the hospital is on.
I don't. I had a vague notion of the hospital's name, but Google suggests the vague notion is wrong.
My birth hospital has a lame street address, but its area of responsibility covers 52% of the Earth's surface area. How cool is that? Or, how interminable must the lines be?
On any given day, Tripler has approximately 209 hospital beds available.
That's a weird stat. I mean, I can't work out if it's good or bad.
It's occurred to me that my mother's porn name would be either Bitsy or Boots Forrest. (I'm not sure which dog came first. And I'm not going to call her and say, "I'm trying to figure out your porn name. Which was your first dog?)
Huh. I Googled a little more, and my birth hospital was the only hospital between Pittsburgh and Cincinatti when it opened in 1850.
Which is even cooler/stranger when you realize it was in Virginia at the time.
That's a weird stat. I mean, I can't work out if it's good or bad.
Good, in that prepared for shit-to-go-down way?
IIRC, it's on Broadway. But I don't know anyone who was born there, nor even whether they have a Maternity unit.My dh was born there. I have no idea if they still have a materinity unit, though.
I think the name of my hospital's street might well be Hospital Hill, which well. Just no.
Good, in that prepared for shit-to-go-down way?
Well, it seems you'd have no waiting -- but that's a lot of emptiness.
Two things I must note:
- My computer is very slow
- Announcing you have a new catchphrase and including the etymology when no one asked is LAME.
Good, in that prepared for shit-to-go-down way?
Well, it seems you'd have no waiting -- but that's a lot of emptiness.
In his novel Crash J.G. Ballard talks about the many many empty beds at the airport hospital, all basically waiting for a major disaster.