young hearts run free

I was going to blog about the hospital, but I don't even want to think about the hospital ever again in my entire life, so I won't. Fuck the hospital. I'm over it. What I will do is blog about how grateful and thankful I am to all my wonderful family and friends and tribe, who seriously saved my life this past week. You kept my spirits up in that god-awful death factory, and I am forever in your debt.

I want to a thousand thanks for your caring actions, help and support, loving words, thoughts, prayers, visits, texts and tweets to:

Mom, Laura, Andrea, Aunt Elaine, Dad, Emily, Kate, Krystal, Dave, Justin, Aunt Beth, Papa Rodger, Pam, Grandma and Grandpa, Lisa, Melanie, Jeff, Cheryl, my lovely coworkers who sent me flowers, Mohammed, T-Budd, the nurses and nurse aids who kept me from dying, and anyone else whose name I can't remember.

(It's not my fault I don't remember. I was on a lot of morphine.)

I have never felt so loved and special and cared for. Thank you from the bottom of my nonexistent gall bladder.

Much love to you all. Goodnight.