I recently had a fairly invasive surgery - sufficiently so that they made me stay overnight to make sure I could walk afterwards.
During my recovery I was in a semi private room. The other occupant was named Bruce. I saw him walk to the bathroom once, but didn’t see any more of him than his butt (because of hospital gowns) until we both left.
We talked a lot, though. He was almost exactly twice my age, so our views didn’t perfectly align, but otherwise he was very nice.
edit: I couldn’t say for certain what he was doing on the other side of the curtain but I never witnessed him eating berries or occupying a dome.
I recently had a fairly invasive surgery - sufficiently so that they made me stay overnight to make sure I could walk afterwards.
During my recovery I was in a semi private room. The other occupant was named Bruce. I saw him walk to the bathroom once, but didn’t see any more of him than his butt (because of hospital gowns) until we both left.
We talked a lot, though. He was almost exactly twice my age, so our views didn’t perfectly align, but otherwise he was very nice.
edit: I couldn’t say for certain what he was doing on the other side of the curtain but I never witnessed him eating berries or occupying a dome.
Awww, that is lovely. I hope you and Bruce astound medical history with your recovery speeds. Their medical minds will look like a berry dome.