Hospital is like a weird bad dream.
Like something out of Bosch.
When I get out, I wander around for days like I lost my soul somewhere, & I'm trying to find it under the couch cushions.
But in my country- the care is covered.
MY thoughts today are with those who literally have to mortgage their own souls to pay for their hospital stay.
As I was lying in the bed, trying to find a position that didn't smart, I thought, thank the gods for my hospital bed, a warm ward, and good care.
That soon got me off to sleep.
We can all count our blessings; even if we can't locate all of them at first.
You can start with the obvious ones...
I am thankful for life, love and health care.
etc...
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