No doubt I'll mess this up, embarrass myself by not knowing phone numbers or other details, and probably end up having to try and make talk with dickhead staff when they come in to check I'm not dead after surgery. Why do they do this? All because of a 0.3% mortality virus that has been around for almost 3 years?! The fuckers better let my mother come in with me, WTF am I gonna do for 6+ hours of rotting in my bed? Stare a fucking wall? UNREAL.
