So this is a day in an oz hospital.
House keeping comes in the morning. No towels, brush, soap, clothes? My wife is bringing it. So she gets the prison uniform, toothbrush, shaving cream, mouth wash, towels, razor. Nice, but it's still a hospital, a place of death and torture.
Breakfast also comes in, cereal or porridge. Cereal please. Another lady comes in and ask for my choice for the day, halal blah or halal blah for lunch, and dinner? Nice, halal western food. But you loose your appetite in hospital.
So far I have escaped the needles except for the pin pricks for checking the blood sugar levels. I still worry thought.
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