What is a Hospital

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If you have, even the slightest bit of expectation that I am going to tell you about how hospitals are temples where illness is cured and priests walk around in white coats, then you may be reading the wrong article. Just kidding. You might already know more than me. But don’t worry. I have no intention to say anything demeaning about this great place billions of people depend on-to survive.

I am only surprised how much I don’t know about hospitals even after having been visiting it since forever. My design project for this semester is design of a general hospital in Phuntsholing and the faculty thought we needed to do a project this huge for having stepped up into third year. It’s a really big challenge but I am strangely enjoying this stress and I tell you there is no hospital to cure this disease we get due to procrastination. So I’m trying to stay put, so is everyone in my class.

A hospital needs the standpoints of various patients, their relatives and friends who come to see them and the doctors and nurses who work there. A doctor may like some private room to work in, a disease may be suited to certain sized room and the visitors may not always like a waiting room covered with four walls. And on the whole, you want to do justice to architecture. Therefore, putting all these factors in one picture and converging them into one single idea is definitely not a simple hurdle. 

The earliest hospitals in the world were not only for the sick but it also rendered care for the homeless, travelers and in fact everyone. I took this inspiration in my concept to design a hospital that provided a place for everyone (even if they weren’t ill at all) to learn about health and lifestyle. The hospital in my head right now has an environment that heals one’s mood and literally is a place for recreation. But the concept is concept. What really needs the most attention right now is planning and I can’t believe how slow my pace is in understanding the relationships between the departments. I have vaguely little ideas on the rooms connected to an operation theatre or an ICU. What I’m wondering now is whether I’ve been too fortunate to have never had to go to these rooms. I did study a lot. 

So well, I could wail about all the timeless days or nights and this funny urge to flash to the Grand Canyon to scream whenever I’ve to answer questions like whether I’ll be free for the weekend or did I just cry because my eye bags are swollen. 

And this post is from a little stolen time from a typical Wednesday night. Goodnight:)



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