I was watching some emergency room show the other day. Why? Because I can then say out loud snarky comments that I could never utter in real life.
There was this woman who got attacked by bees. Regular bees. A whole hive of them for some reason attacked her. She had a couple of hundred stings. That's a lot of venom. And I watched, fascinated by the on-the-spot ingenuity displayed by those involved in saving her life.
And she lived, her internal organs protected from the venom that threatened to destroy them. And when she was interviewed, all she had to say was:
"I wouldn't have made it without everyone's prayers."
What a slap in the face insult to all those who actively did something to save her!
From the policeman at the scene who had the brilliant idea to spray her down with his fire extinguisher to quickly kill/disperse the bees that were still attacking her.
From the paramedics who initially stabilized her, getting life saving lines and fluids into her to prevent shock.
From the emergency room nurse who had the idea to use their badges to flick out the hundreds of stingers, a technique that allowed them to get the still venomous stingers out much more quickly than using tweezers, which can also squeeze more venom into the skin.
From the ICU nurses and doctors who closely monitored her and carefully titrated medications and fluids to support her body while it recovered.
No, none of them really mattered at all. It was just the people at home talking to their deity.
Thor sez: Dude! You need to pray for a bath! You-reek-a!