I'm less than half her age and certainly wouldn't want to go to a hospital unless I was actually seeing the Grim Reaper in reflective surfaces. And probably not even then - at least in Hell when you're lying screaming in a vat of effluent, the phones are free and the food is better. I feel a need to mention, not entirely seriously, that in my younger enthusiastic drinking days I successfully spent many a night on the floor without rating it an emergency, of any kind. In fact, I seem to recall thinking it was funny. So, in the same way some "lovely old dears" out there might be growing old relishing their memories of war crimes or undiscovered poisonings, it's not fair to paint any section of society as above reproach or beneath contempt based purely on impressions, and their general level of good manners...