Hospital room hijinx. Subjected to massive amounts of insulin and potassium, and various other chemicals, and not entirely rational, others still look at me and assume I have some kind of technical prowess or brute strength. Apparently the portable heart monitor battery boxes are impossible to open.
I ended up sharing a room with an undocumented Pakistani woman with sleep apnea and C. difficile infection. Between the snores and trips to the bathroom the deportation brass caught up with her.
My eyes are temporarily messed up. I was so super-saturated with ketones that the fluid in my eyeballs has become infused with sugars. It produces some odd effects when shifting between long and short focus.