When you have health problems, relationships can become a challenge.
Perhaps the staff at Memorial has misunderstood. Desperation is a dangerous ingredient to the mind. You've known me, for better or for worse, for decades. You brought me out of a coma. You kept me alive. It's the workers on the ground that I appreciate the most. The low-level ones. I did not come there to learn names. I know you well enough. That's the whole damn point.
Someone keeps you alive, you tend to remember. It's been a long time since that first coma. 17 years old. 36 years ago. You knew me even before then. Some of you have been there the whole time and are getting ready to retire. So I wrote you the poem. Safe Harbor
Anyways, I mis-learned a bit. That's why I don't want the pills anymore. Just the bare minimum.
Family doesn't like to remember these things. Big surprise.
But you built me up. Not just one of you.
I just have an issue with misprescribing dinosauric diagnosis addicted docs who lack proper independence.
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