Hospitals are boring. It sucks to be in one, especially on a holiday weekend. I'm lucky, I have a computer, an iPhone, and a good internet connection. Not everybody has a computer, so most people have to deal with the boredom (and whatever flavor of worry and pain they're dealing with).
An 81 year old woman who had a stroke earlier this week just told me the story of how she spent March 28th in 1945, standing in line in Olpe to buy salt and bread from the shop rationing Easter supplies at the end of World War II.