Traveling - sometimes in Thailand, sometimes in a wheel chair

I wrote a long article here, but lost it. Could not find it, remember I wrote it - and then I realized I wrote while dreaming, and it sort of did not stick in the computer. Bad cabling.
It is always an experience to spend a few days in the hospital. I never feel as healthy in spite of my diabetes, as when I see all these half corpses trying to walk around without succeeding much. It happens to be one too common result of diabetes, there is definitely less feet on the patients of this department than twice the number of patients. Still, most do not seem too devastated, they talk like normal people, not like mental wrecks. Human beings can accept and stand an awful lot, that many young strong 'uns do not understand.
I have a vague memory that in an investigation of at what age people are most happy, the happiest was a normal 70 years old with family and not too many problems. I feel like a kid here, I am only 61 and many are as close to 90 as to 80, with horrible sicknesses but what the heck......
A thing I do not understand though is . that they do not DO anything. The greatest thing they know is to hang in front of a football match on TV, even when they got only a few hours of life left. They can still think, most of them, but seem to have disconnected those cells.
There seems to be an ongoing game between the old men and the young nurses - taking lots of humor from the gals, and not too much sensitivity for stupidities, they seem to love their job, being the princesses of the oldies.
The guy at my feet, no feet, think he said the first one was cut 8 years ago, so experienced with the troubles from all kinds of social help one gets - and he was satisfied with the available help. Meanwhile in the paper today I read abouit another case with no arms and no legs - with problems to get help........
Guy beside me, the one I have talked most to, 20 years my senior, one black toe I think and rather much pain there, was a bit noisy and demanding from the nurses in the night. And all night some real strange stink from him, not human, not corpse, like some chemical, never smelled that before but definitely not pleasant. He came from Austria to Sweden in 1950 and got stuck with a girl.
The guy in the corner sleeps most of the time, apparently very bad general condition, was down X-raying the lungs today, relatives around, no problems with his foot odor.
And me, feeling better. My wife was here yesterday and today, her visitors now, from Thailand, she showed them around in Lund yesterday (I was part of the show), today it will be Malmö.
Tomorrow Monday, so docs around, will be interesting to see what they say about me. I suppose they cannot say much if they have not got the result of the bacteria culture from the ulcers and no guess how long I have to stay here.