The more I hear about that hospitol, the more I find it disturbing.
I wouldn't mind calling her if it weren't for the fact that a) I hate talking on the phone, and b) I don't really know her well, and I don't think she would want to talk to a stranger. I can just see our conversation.
Me: So how are you doing?
Ang: I feel like crap.
Me: That's too bad........... .....long silence....... ............so how's the food?
Ang: I can't eat anything yet, you fool, my jaw is still wired shut.
Me: Soooooo....... .............. ...how's it goin'?
Ang: You alrady asked me that.
Me: Sorry. ummmmm........ ..........soun ds like they are going to run some tests on you.
Ang: Yeah, that's going to be ALOT of fun.
Me: So, how's it goin'?
Ang: What, do you have short term memory loss? You've asked me that three times now!!
Me: Sorry, ummmm......... ....gotta go.
Ang: Whatever, weirdo.