I’ll take the one that will screw with my mind.
I can’t stand dour people in a hospital setting.
A few years after my mom died, I went through a box she had in her closet (yes, it took a few years) anyway, I found a hand-made card from a 8 year old me that I made for her when she was in the hospital with ovarian cancer back in the sixties.
It said “ Have A Happy Operation”. LOL!
I had no idea back then. But she kept it.
/johnny