I’ve noticed that there are some similarities between being in the hospital and international business class.
Funny socks? Meals on trays? Electric bed that does a lot of tricks but isn’t actually that comfortable? Hours of tedium relieved by tv programs you would usually never watch? Check, check, check and check.
At least on a plane I have a better idea of my destination. I’m feeling better than I was when I was admitted on Sunday but they still don’t know what’s wrong with me.
The adventure continues...