“A hospital is an institution that provides medical, surgical, or psychiatric care and treatment for the sick or the injured” (free dictionary.com) When I am not feeling well, the hospital is the last place I want to go, even though I know most likely I would feel better. I will wait it out even in pain, justifying in my head maybe it will pass. If procrastination doesn’t work when I am feeling sick then I will start my experimentation. I will try all my home remedies, just to avoid being out of my element. I will try over the counter drugs, my own bandages, sleep, crying, screaming, whatever it takes depending on my condition. I have had many situations that it was in my best interest to go to the hospital and when I finally went I needed the care of a physician. For example, one winter in 2009 I woke up in excruciating pain in my lower side and it would not allow me to fall asleep or move for that matter, but I refused to go to the hospital. I figured it was just a women thing but for some reason it was different this time. As the night grew longer the pain became more severe. I took some pain medications, a bath, and just sat up all night in agony. Finally as the sky turned in front of my eyes, after a long night, I decided to go to the hospital via 911 because I could not walk. When I reached the hospital and saw the doctor he said I had appendicitis and if I waited an hour longer my diagnosis could have been deadly. After I had surgery and re-coped I could not wait to go home in the comfort of my own bed. The hospital definitely saved my life but I am not among my loved ones and I am in a controlled environment, this is not somewhere I would want to spend my last days. A Hospice facility is another place that I have a personal tie to. First I will start off with what a hospice is. “A Hospice is a health-care facility for the terminally ill that emphasizes pain control and emotional support for the patient and family, typ