You go into hospital, you go there to get treated. You forget about your carbon footprint.

When you wake up, a first detail strikes you, the quality of the meal you were served. Does this food contribute to your care, or your depression ? A woman collects the piles of containers that end up in the trash. The menu is on the plastic film, to discern what you taste buds couldn’t. You won’t miss the fish sauce.
You think back to the paper towels, bottles of water, the general regime of the disposable. You quickly understand that your carbon footprint quadruples for every day you are here. You remember the mask they put on your face, along with the gowns, the blister packs. You can’t remember everything.
You are in the hands of the doctors. You think of their oath, read it in its original language, in its up-dated version and retain this : « Primum non nocere », first do no harm. It is too hot, the only way to cool the air down is to open the window.

You come out cured. It is the hospital’s mission and you feel a lot of gratitude towards them.

You find your car in the massive car park, the radio talks about COP 21, cilmate change, pollution, its impact on health… Sylvain Tesson’s words come back to you from his Éloge de l'énergie vagabonde : « Sustainable development is the balm that is applied to the bad conscience of Westerners who want to carry on enjoying the world without its high temperature ever really coming down ».

You took notes, researched, found that 60% of the hospital’s carbon footprint comes from its purchases, found a few centres that are trying different practices.

You go back to the Flers hospital in Normandy, as a guest. You decide to photograph what no-one sees anymore, the waste that was once a purchase, that your eye will portray. You keep wondering why the care world is so moderately committed to environmental questions.