Treatment 7. The fire alarms go off. They aren't the loud screeching kind, they are the strobe light kind with different patterns of sound, which I am certain means something, but not to me.
I'm waiting to be radiated and am not really happy that one may have to evacuate the building. I am only the fourth floor but cannot imagine how it is that all the very sick barely mobile people are moved out of the building.
A voice keeps coming over the loudspeaker and saying that an alarm has been triggered on the fourth floor and to please wait for further information.
There are security and police all over chatting amongst themselves as though the waiting patients were not around.
One says to another 'is it really a bomb scare? has the bomb squad been called in?' and they continue to walk and I hear nothing more. Now let me ask you ... who bombs a top cancer hospital? On the floor with radiation and chemo? what kind of mad do you have to feel to do such a thing?
Turns out it was not. It was a drill. I wonder if the lead lined rooms where we are radiated can withstand a bomb blast.
aye. not what anyone needs to have happen in a hospital. there must be a better way to design the alarm system.
Posted by: sarasita | 11/29/2007 at 05:07 PM