Hospitals are hell
With all the best intentions
They don’t respect sleep
And rotating staff
Is an introvert nightmare
With purposeful lack of autonomy
We hand them all the power
In the promise of improved health
Because they are experts
And we are merely patients
They down play the profit they make
From this traumatic time in our life
And don’t ask what we want
They belive they’ve covered our needs
Even as they traumatize us with their care.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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