When you're in the hospital, you're pretty much at the mercy of doctors and specialist and technicians. In my experience, they always pop in with a painful procedure right when you're about to go to sleep or about to watch the climactic end of Big Cat Diary where you'll find out if cheetah Kike's babies will escape the mean lionesses of the Ridge Pride.
The following scene is a daily occurrence now that I'm a long term resident of the hospital. It has gotten to a point where I can hardly have a full night sleep without living in fear of being impaled with needles or being dragged from my bed and shoved into loud, clanging MRI machines.
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