I met my uncle at the hospital. The hospital pyjamas. While waiting for the elevator, we talked. He lies with some complicated heart disease. The look, indeed, is very unimportant. I ask him:
Which floor are you on? Therapy or surgery?
He is so calm:
I am in resuscitation. He went out to smoke until the nurse saw him.
He said "Well, so far" and went. Go to resuscitation!! to
O_O