For the nurses and aides who treat me better than many people treat their own children.
For the therapists who routinely get hurt so I won't get hurt.
For the people who bring me my meals and treat me better than any waiter ever did.
For the people who clean my room who see me once a week and know my name.
For the doctors who work tirelessly to fix me.
To the Recreational Therapist who came in on a Saturday and helped me type this.
To the medical schools who taught one young nurse how to properly diagnose me and got me to go to the hospital immediately.
Lawrence O'Donnell said it better than me, but I would have used the whole hour.
Later I will write things that may make you laugh and things that have made me cry.