I lift my digital camera up to my face to click a picture of Curtis. I plan to do this every day for him, so he'll have a visual diary. Shirley sees the camera and tells me, "No! You can't photograph him!" I ask Curtis if he minds if I take his picture. He says no, he doesn't mind. Shirley says I can't take photographs; the only photographs the doctor will testify to are the ones the doctor takes. Who said anything about testifying? I think this lady is whacked. This is my first exchange like this, but as it turns out, it's certainly not my last. This hospital is full of people who are trained to respond from a position of liability. They don't know how to be human. They all went to the same seminar. After she leaves, I take three pictures of Curtis just because she irked me. I can take my husband's picture. Last time I checked, one of the items on my country's resume was "Land of the Free."