Humour: In praise of hospitals

There are sections of the human brain that operate as safety vaults, the keys to which are never found at the time they are needed. Let me explain. I recently went viral. Which is to say, I caught a miserable virus that one night pinned me to the floor, knocking me out. The next morning, as I was admitted to the hospital, I felt that familiar, comforting feeling of having zero responsibility. All I personally needed to do was ask my doctor a few essential questions. Three days later, I left the hospital in better health but with that familiar feeling of dissatisfaction: those all-important questions remained locked away in the safety vault of my addled brain.