I’d have told them “Get me a mirror, then.”
There was a screen on my chest to cut off my view. At the end I asked for a piece of the bone. Doc says; “We can’t let you leave the hospital with living tissue.” I said:
“The bone is over there on a table and I’m over here. It’s not alive anymore.” He showed me the dish full of bone etc,
about the size of a one pound butter container.