I admit, I'm cheating and using a picture from last night. Today I had an adventure in two NYC ERs, Roosevelt and St.Luke's. I had an allergic reaction to something in my hotel room and ended up with blurred vision and a scratch in my cornea. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, and I freaked out a few times during the ordeal, both for fear of losing my vision and feeling so out of place in an ER so far from home. All I'll say is that I am unbelievably grateful after that experience for my access to the best healthcare in the world here in Boston. The doctors at both hospitals ended up being wonderful and I wanted to hug them, but you have to share them with 200 other people with no healthcare. I'm also grateful for the love that surrounds me, and for being part of such a big supportive family and group of friends and even co-workers who care about me and came to my rescue today. Seeing the people in the ER, and especially the children, who wear their social status on their faces and in their voices and clothes just makes my heart break. And makes me wonder, how did I get so lucky?