Bronicas and Robot Friends: What I Did Last Summer

Bronicas and Robot Friends: What I Did Last Summer
I thought I was losing my curmudgeon status for a while there. I woke up in the hospital halfway through my vacation, and for the next ten days I was just happy as a pig in mud. For the first five days, the hospital gave me a nice adjustable bed to sleep in, and what do you know, I didn't feel like doing one darn thing except lie there in it, regardless of whether I was asleep or awake. They also provided me with an on-demand morphine pump, which I thought was awfully Aldous Huxley of them. I was grateful whenever the nice nurses paid attention to me, and I even thought the food was savory. Of course, it helps if you haven't had any food at all for three days prior. "Hunger is the best sauce," as my French-cuisine-loving Dad always said.
The second night I was in the hospital I got a nice roommate. He was rolled in on a gurney and then, and I mean this literally, rolled onto his bed — rolled, because all the nurses and...