For a person, who is free and has timing adjusted to one’s needs, time spend at hospital is like living in asylum.
The day starts as early as 5am. The nurses who are too idle at night, need some activity, hence early morning they go on their rounds to check the blood pressure and the temperature of the sleeping patients. They know nothing about respecting people’s private space.
In a Holy Family hospital run by priest and nuns, morning starts with Mass, prayers and hymns in praise of God. Then comes the Christmas carols that are pleasant and soothing to listen to.
Lunch and dinner is served at proper times, they are tasteless (okay we cannot expect biryanis and nans in hospital, but nutritious food can be tasty too.)
You have visitors during the evening hours to keep you company. Some phone calls from distant friends and relatives. The longer you stay in the hospital, the lonelier you get, everybody you know has already visited you, everybody is back to their routine life and you live with yourself at the mercy of the nurses who care and the routine that suits the hospital.
Life goes on.