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Trondhjems Hospital is a charitable foundation in Trondheim that has been in continuous operation since 1277. Before that, a Mariehospital existed in the same place already in the 12th century. The hospital has always been located on what is now called Hospitalsløkkan on the outskirts of Trondheim city center. Today, the hospital operates i.a. nursing homes, care homes and home services. Significant buildings in the foundation's possession on Hospitalsløkkan next to the nursing home / care complex are the Hospital Church from 1705.
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Minffordd Cottage Hospital is a small isolation hospital built in the aftermath of the 1882 Bangor typhoid epidemic. There were a total of 42 fatalities, and source was eventually found to be bacteria transferred in water and milk from a local farm, situated above Bangor's water supply.
The hospital was finally abandoned in 2009, having functioned as a hospital for the mentally infirm in its final years.
These photographs, taken in April 2017, showcase the buildings as they stand today.
Inspiration for the framing of the shots came from the 1975 New Topographics exhibition.
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The big event of the day was my morning tour of the Hospital of St. John, the famous hospital of the Knights of Malta.
It was very interesting,not just for its history as a hospital (only for men -- the Knights, as a monastic order, could not come into contact with women), but also in its current iteration as a musuem and function site (including for the United Nations).
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On Wednesday I was in hospital as a day case patient, for some planned maintenance work.
The hospital and all the staff were absolutely brilliant. Many thanks to them all.
I've spent 4 days and evenings at this UofA Hospital caring for an older loved one. My Dad was in there in 2017 so 7 years ago. Still a good effort by all healthcare staff involved but wow...dark days in Alberta. Still love the sunrises in that hospital tho.
U of A Hospital - sunrise - 2024 edit IMGP4598
Se inauguró en el Estado de México, el Hospital Comunitario de Chiconcuac y simultáneamente, dos centros que son compromisos de gobierno: El Centro Estatal de Rehabilitación y Educación Especial de Toluca, y el Centro de Atención a Personas con Discapacidad Visual de Naucalpan 04 Enero 2016
Built in 1286, the Holy Spirit Hospital at Koberg is one of the oldest existing social institutions in the world and one of the most important buildings in the city. The Holy Spirit Hospital is in parts an old-folk and nursing home. Historic parts can be visited.
The former Hospital de la Santa Creu i Sant Pau (Hospital of the Holy Cross and Saint Paul) in the neighborhood of El Guinardó, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain, is a complex built between 1901 and 1930, designed by the Catalan modernist architect Lluís Domènech i Montaner
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On the back it says:
Dr McKenzie (Aneasthetist)
S. Singleton (Theatre Sister)
S. Buss (Ward Sister)
N. Brooker (Theatre Staff Nurse)
Dr. Rowlands (Operating Surgeon)
N. Heaven (Aneathetist Nurse)
N Northover (Patient)
and at the top is written N Heaven, so this photo belonged to an anaesthetist nurse who couldn't spell anaesthetist ...
If you look closely at this photo you can see that the anaesthetist's hand is blurred where he is shaking the ether onto the mask.
This story starts almost 2 years ago when a77ard and myself went out to visit this abandoned hospital in France. Few have been before us and we knew there's security in front and some daytime activity could be going on at the front the terrain. We didn't care about the front and any activity, we came for something hidden away at the back of the terrain, the morgue.
We camped out at the side of the forest just next to the hospital. After a cup of coffee we got our stuff and went in. An easy place to enter, a nice walk through the woods and after some time we entered one of the buildings. Once inside it takes about 30 minutes before we first see a white van driving around.
They don't seem to be on the lookout for someone so we stay low and quiet and continue. The hospital is nice, but what makes it special for me is the morgue. We think we know which building the morgue's in. But we're wrong. Damn. Now what? We decide to systematically check out all the buildings. After a few building we cross the old main road of the hospital.
At this end of the road something is going on, there are several white vans and some black ones too. We try to move in, but there's just to much security around to succeed. We decide to go back.
We cross the old main road again. We look left and right, nothing. We take the first step and there's that white van again. Accelerating like crazy, straight towards us. We run up the stairs, and into the forest. They've seen us, no doubt, but know they have to get out of the van and into the forest if they really want to get us. They don't. We walk out, this was enough for this day. We agree then and there to go back.
Precisely one year later we went back and explored the morgue.
So by now some of you have heard about my fall. For those who have not, the details:
Last Saturday night, I was out in Port Costa. I don't really expect anyone to know where that is, but let's just say that it's out in the middle of nowhere. But at this middle of nowhere destination is a bar and attached to the bar is a hotel. So for the second year in a row, my dear friend Nadja celebrated her birthday with several friends, most of whom had the plan to get drunk and then to fall asleep in the hotel so that they wouldn't have to drive.
This was my plan too.
Only sometime after I stumbled into my third story room early Sunday morning, I opened up a window, and fell out of it. As best we can put together, I fell almost thirty feet, bounced off of a metal planter box, and then onto a brick pathway.
I have no memory of this.
Luckily, someone saw me fall and called the paramedics. This is amazing considering it was dark and that where I fell is somewhat obscured from the parking lot. I was awoken by the paramedics telling me not to move, to hold still. I caught one of their names, a woman I think, and told her that they couldn't take me, that I couldn't afford to be taken to the hospital. They asked me questions and ignored my pleas. I was, by their estimations, too intoxicated to make these decisions for myself.
The ambulance whisked me away to someplace, where I was loaded onto a helicopter. In the helicopter, I kept shouting to the medic, "I can't afford this! I'm totally screwed!" He of course, ignored me.
Then to the emergency room where my clothes were cut off and I was looked at by doctors and technicians. I told them the same story, they gave me looks that said, "This is out of our hands."
After some scans and rays, I was told that my back was broken. I was scared. I knew I could wiggle my toes so i knew it wasn't my spinal cord, but still. They said that I shouldn't need surgery, only a brace. That I could live with.
In the hospital, in a bed, hours later, I started to make phone calls, informing all of my loved ones that I had fallen and injured myself, but that everything is ok. Everything wiggles. I'm alive, I'll walk, I'll still be able to drink coffee.
This photo was taken around 3:15 in th afternoon, less than twelve hours after the fall. Will was gracious enough to catch me and my first cup. I was hoping to leave the hospital, but they needed to run more tests.
Here's to not being dead. Cheers you guys.
The month of September has been a month of hospital visits. It all started when mum noticed a lump on my neck in late Aug. She asked me to get it checked, so I went to the nearby hospital.
Wasn't sure so I went to an ENT doctor, who was a bit afraid when he saw my lump possibly thought it was covid. Upon further inspection, he said it was my thyroid and sent me for ultrasound and blood test. Turns out to be a thyroid cyst. He went and drained the fluid, he poked twice and the second time he sort of pulled a chunk of skin out I think. It was so painful.
He told me to come back next week and I proceed downstairs to pay the bill. Had a shock when it cost me RM1k. Omg. And few days after that the fluid came back so quickly. I was coughing as my throat was dry and felt really uncomfortable. I wasn't looking forward to head back there the following week, and paying another 1k just for him to drain the fluid again!
Told dad about it and he said I should go and see my old doctor, which is in KL town. It was quite troublesome to get an appointment because he has so many patients. Thankfully managed to get an appointment, and waiting for that day was the longest week of my life...
Upon meeting my old doctor, I told him I have a lump on my neck. Straight away he said it is my thyroid. I was surprised that he knew right away even. He sent me for an ultrasound (yes repeat procedure because it is a different hospital) and blood test. He finally referred me to a general surgeon.
It was a Friday so I had to come back on Saturday morning to meet the surgeon at the A&E. The doctor saw me and told me to leave it for now, asked me to come to his clinic the following week. He gave me some throat spray and it did help with my coughing and I was able to go back to work.
Showa Univ. Koto-Toyosu Hospital (昭和大学江東豊洲病院).
Archiect : AXS Satow Inc. (設計：佐藤総合計画).
Contractor : Taisei Corporation (施工：大成建設).
Completed : December 2013 (竣工：2013年12月).
Floor : 10th (階数：10階).
Location : 5-1-38, Toyosu, Koto Ward, Tokyo, Japan (所在地：東京都江東区豊洲5-1-38).
Living in Toyosu is relax. The hospital is near the sea, people pass by there.
St Mary's Hospital is a hospital in Paddington, in the City of Westminster, London, founded in 1845 as a voluntary hospital for the benefit of the sick poor of north and north west London, and has been based at the same site in Paddington for over 100 years.
The hospital site incorporates the private Lindo wing where several celebrity and royal births have occurred
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In this combination fictional. In real life they use a Ford E-350 chassis.
Again with a built in LED lighting kit from LifeLites LLC.
The French Hospital is located in the former village of Hafnarnes in Fáskskrúðsfjörður. The house was moved to Hafnarnes from Búðir in 1939 on boats. Originally it was built in 1903 and was a hospital for the French sailors who were fishing for herring. When the herring went, so did the French fishermen.
Tarde de verano con los Urbansketchers de Girona. Acuarela lápices y tinta sobre papel de acuarela 200gr. 31x22cm.