CRITICAL CONDITION
“I would definitely recommend lasik eye surgery for you,” I told Nina. She looked horrified. “Surgery? You’ve got to be kidding!” No, I explained to her, if your doctor told you that your smoking is affecting your eyesight, you’re going to have to do something about that. But Nina looked like she never wanted to set foot in a hospital again. She told me the story of how she was in a car accident where she was the passenger. She was in the hospital in critical condition for three nights, and they were, according to Nina, the worst three nights she’d ever spent. For one thing, her roommate just would not stop blabbering. All day, all evening, and all night I tried to converse with her about this, that and the other. Not to mention all those nurses, doctors, and staff coming in and interrupting what little peace and quiet she had. The food was terrible; No, she insisted, I don’t want to be sent back to that lousy hospital again! “What if I told you that you would only have to be there for a few hours at the most?” I said. “My brother had this done to him and he was there for about two hours, including the registration.” “Really.” Nina looked like she just might consider it.