Weakened

Sunday you send the man with the auto-immune syndrome through the barrage of tedium and nightmare sensations that is modern healthcare catheters and all and you wonder why he is confused because you are confused and don't know it and after all why should he not be confused for the light is weak and grey and blue and the staff are greenish grey and blue and the beds are metal or maybe plastic and the same cloth the same wood veneer the same walls and paint and after a while the same people seem to come at you with needles and tubes and clipboards and in the end what is it all for all for all for go to sleep and if not waking up you won't mind but in the end you do.