As the morphine coursed thru my body, i watched the walls shrink. I felt like I was careening on the gurney, I looked up at the male nurse who was directing my path and said ‘Isn’t a hospital like a little piece of heaven?’. He looked down at me in more ways than one. I continued, ‘I’m seeeerious, you come in here in terrible pain, and they take the pain away, and cut you up and put you back together again, better than you were before, it’s a miracle really’… He harrumphed and with much disdain said, ‘if the government would let us do our work, maybe’. I said, ‘passive resistance my friend, walk to the sea to get your salt back.’ which made more sense to me than it did to him, we sank into a lull again, and i thought it would be cool to see the blue man group on this drug.