Bedside Manners

I'm lying in bed at the Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, London dosed out of my eyeballs and under observation by a couple of close friends (so I know this definitely happened). Anyway this woman brings me my so-called-food for the night, and as she puts down the tray in front of my sweating, yellowed, pin-prick-eyed carcass of a human shell of a body she looks at me and says 'Hey! Weren't you in Mikey the Pikey?!" "mfh?" I manage. "Yeah," she continues, "we saw it in Edinburgh, best show we saw!" A pause. I pause and look at her. "oh... thank you... what?"