I recently spent two weeks in hospital and food is really important, there is precious else to do. Meals mark the passage of the day, that and having observations done. Oh and being asked daily whether I had 'moved my bowels' which is a weird thing to be asked. None of us knew what day it was or what the weather was like. It looked sunny but we had no clue about temperature.
My toast problem was that is was often cold, which is understandable. I found if I ate my bran flakes and then asked for toast as I was a bit hungry, I got lovely hot toast. Couldn't do it every day of course.
I spent at least two days, probably more, trying to figure out how the vertical hangers for the bed curtains went so accurately through the polystyrene tiles, all absolutely vertical. I was trying to figure out how they connected to the presumably concrete ceiling.