I am more comfortable in a hospital setting than I will ever be in a mall shopping for clothes, or even a grand party celebrating some societal milestone. And to take it even one step further, a funeral home is even more comfortable to me than a Junior League reception would ever be. [Which is probably why I've never been invited nor inquired about Junior League membership . . .]
My baptism by fire into the world of hospitals and dying children has given me a strange perspective on the medical world and the reality of death itself. Hospitals don't scare me in the least. I walk in and I speak the language. I know how to get something done if it isn't. I know how to sit and be until the resolutions come. It's never easy, that is for sure. But a learned skill nonetheless . . . one that only comes with plenty of practice and repetition.
I don't even know what weird category of person this trait puts me into, but I'm pretty positive it falls under the Unique But Awkward classification.
And that's something I'm getting more and more used to these days. :)