Elderly Dissonance

Yes, yes I hear you. You hate hospitals.
You make that abundantly clear. Yes,
hospitals are for the ill and the elderly.
Yes, people who gravitate there are often
gravely ill and they shed toxins. Yes,
hospitals are playgrounds for viruses and
germs, yes they are. Yes, the atmosphere
is oppressively depressing ... all those
doddering, wan, shapeless people whose
time on Earth has been ill spent, else why
has ill health plagued them? Yes, you
have no wish to be in their company
because it pains you to think anyone
might consider you belong among them
while you are aware you have nothing
whatever in common with them. Just as
well the hospital personnel are so
efficient, yes of course. Yes, they
waste no time in excessive, misplaced
courtesies for the ambience is not that
of a socially pleasant gathering. Yes, it's
a miserable way to spend a day though
mere hours sufficed for your purpose.
And yes, consider this: you were not
hoisted off to that drear place through
accident or emergency but arrived there
on your own cognizance of your own 
volition, a temporary hiatus of your
quotidian familiarity with the order of
your ordinary life, now returned. Yes?