I was in a burn unit with face to waist burns (22%) wrapped up like a mummy in a morphine stupor, door open when a fellow trauma patient walked by. He was in a protective bandage of some sort that looked like a turtle's shell. We made eye contact, at that moment we must have been thinking the same: I have it bad but least I have it better than that poor guy.
It is all relative, my friend. Just be glad that you are alive.
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