C182 I'll Feed You

"What are you doing?"

"To the toilet." "No," I said.

"Are you dumb?" I touched my head. I guess I'm not dumb.

"Nope." "No," I said.

"You bastard, your feet are stuck in a cast. How are you going to leave? Tell me, how are you going to leave?" She started at me.

It turned out that she was concerned about my inconvenience, but I looked at her and then at myself