R-ten-K wrote:In the spirit of full disclosure ...
In the same spirit, last time I was in the hospital my face looked like a raccoon only in beautiful shades of purple, my hair was blown out like Bozo but all crusted with blood, my shoulders looked like a shot from Mondo Cane, my brain was in a daze (okay, more of a daze than usual) and two people who came to visit turned white and fainted when they walked in. I knew I was in bad shape because my brother brought a six-pack and I could only get thru one. In fact I had to pour half into the flowers so no one would know I couldn't drink it.
I thought it was funny as hell and wanted to go out to scare little kids trick-or-treating. Too bad it was July.
My friend was worse - he'd take off his heart monitor and bang it on the bed rails. When they took it away he'd pull the breathing tubes out and hook them together until the alarms went off. Then he'd stick them back in and look innocent when the nurses came rushing in.
So, maybe we look at these things differently. You gotta keep your sense of humour these days.