There's this painting in the lobby of the Children's Hospital that has freaked me out since I was a wee med student. I have already told you about my fear of The Clowns. But tell me, who wouldn't be scared of clowns if they had to see this image every day?
It's this dark oil painting, hanging next to the elevators in a dimly lit, shadowy corner of the old wing of the hospital. Sorry for the crappy lighting on the photo, but that's exactly how much light there was in this hallway. Sad little sick boy, creepy clown poking his head out of the shadows. NOW TELL ME THAT'S NOT SCARY. This clown isn't even pretending to be merry. Where is his little ukelele? Where is his flower that squirts water? WHERE IS HIS SMILE? He looks like an alcoholic Salvation Army Santa Claus on January 2nd.
OK, granted, the kid doesn't look scared, but he doesn't really look cheered up either. He's tolerating the scary clown. And the scary clown is moping around and glowering and reaching for his flask. "I'm sad that you have appendicitis, little Jimmy. Ain't life a bitch."
Currently drinking: Tea with milk and sugar. This is my morning beverage of choice. I don't love coffee and even if I did, I don't think I'd want coffee breath recirculating under my mask all day.