Ten things for which I’m grateful:
1. Ambulance EMTs and the calm way that they approach a crisis.
2. The police officer who let me ride to the hospital in the front seat.
3. ER docs who know what they’re doing, and who then go ahead and do it.
4. Nurses who look you in the eye when they’re explaining what’s happening, why it’s happening, and what the likely outcomes are.
5. Directors who cover your last class when you need to leave.
6. Coworkers who text you to let you know they’ve got your back and will take care of anything you’ve left undone.
7. Students who text you to ask what’s going on, and then who ask what YOU need.
8. Husbands who go to school to put away the stuff you left out in your hasty exit, find your car keys, and come to the hospital to stand and wait with you.
9. Parents who introduce you to the doctors and nurses as “Auntie Chili” and put you on forms so that you have family visiting privileges.
10. The relief that comes from the prognosis that no major damage was likely done, that systems are in place to take care of things from here, and the knowledge that my own children are whole and safe.