Now a chunk of my professional life has been devoted to documentary photography of medical care. It was very enlightening to be on the receiving end. One thing I noticed was how limited my perceptual range is. I'm in a collar and a backboard. I can only see straight up.
Ceilings are really boring.
I wasn't a case that needed the full and immediate attention of the ER crew. A kind woman waiting for her daughter to get care hears me moan and comes to sooth me. Eventually I get an ER bay. The question is whether the joint is involved, and if I'll need surgery. I'm grateful for the art on the walls.