What a week it has been!

 Where do I start?

With me waking up on the floor in the wee hours of the morning on Monday with no idea how I got there?  Four times. (Just a guess here, but I bet gravity had a part in it.)

 Or do I start with the woman I encountered three times during the "check-in" process, who was forced to be alone, even though she spoke no English, only Punjabi?

Or do I start with the chronic shortages the hospital had, from beds to vials to wipes to god only know what?

Or do I start with the three and a half hours I spent in bed "M", in the halls of the ER?

No, I start by giving credit where credit is due. There are amazing people who are going above and beyond the call in the medical field. There is the man from housekeeping (my term) who sang as he cleaned. And he sang beautifully. There are the three RNs who's "station" was at the foot of my bed in the hall. I heard things that made my hair curl. Like the were working six 12 hour shift a week. There was my nurse Tuesday morning, who when I asked for a cup of coffee, said "We don't serve that here". She walked in two minutes later, handed me a cup of coffee and said, "We nurses have a stash!"

I am so glad for the way I was treated.