Monday, March 26, 2007
The World of the Infirmary
Some of us were sicker than the others, but we tried to make the infirmary a pleasant place to recoup. Unfortunately every case was worsening by the minute. There was an invisible doctor who scribbled on a clipboard and the nurse only seemed to manifest when it was time to take our temperature. The white floor was as clean as a baby’s first tooth. However the ceiling was covered in cobwebs that no one dared sweep off for fear the entire ward would collapse in fits of coughing, the likes of which could also throw off the rotation of the earth.