My mom was in the Mayo clinic years ago, but she didn’t describe it to be like an airport.
If she had, I would’ve made a beeline up there so I could have a bloody Mary at six in the morning without getting any funny looks.
On a more serious note, I hope you find some relief from this visit.
On a less serious note, my sister plays Scrabble with these weird count the words within the word rules. She judiciously saves up her letters until she can play “braved” in which there are like seventy five thousand words embedded.
I don’t particularly care for Scrabble, but I especially won’t play it with her.