I know they were horrible to me, but I am not going to do anything else. I know why it was done, but how childish with a grown up intensity.  I am having trouble sleeping. I suppose they were looking over my chart figuring out more crap to do to me. What the Hell? They are thugs in scrubs. I never thought of medicine used for bad. I can't tell if I have some pain from the holes punched in me to remove core samples, or something more sinister.
"Man plans, God laughs." Reminds me of "Out of Africa." I felt like you were with me at the lighthouse. The only thing better would to have had you there.