Today's column, "Patients have no patience for visitors," was loosely inspired by some stories from an incredibly courageous friend, who is still at the hosptial as I write this but is now recovering nicely, not thanks to you.
His sense of humor throughout his ordeal has been inspirational, though he's still not fond of the hospital's phone bill payment "Nazi," who apparently demands cash when patients are on some heavy medication or vulnerably showcasing body parts that are usually not for public exhibition.
And, if you must know, when I'm a visitor, I'm the "How are you feeling?" kind. And I knock on the door.