It's a Fucking Beer!

So, I’ve written sweet fuck all since my epic ultimate frisbee catch wherein I dove, caught the disk for a goal and got up yelling “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK” around a bunch of people I didn’t know.

They said “what?” I said, “FUCK FUCK FUCK, something’s broken.” They said “maybe it’s just twisted.” I knew something was fucked when I felt a bone almost poking through the skin right beside my shoulder.

I said, “FUCK FUCK.” They said “what?” I said, with great trepidation, “I’m uninsured.”

They all said, “oh.”

Got a fucking Caesarian in my fucking shoulder.

So yeah, check out my shoulder vag. Six weeks, seven screws and a fucking steel plate later, my clavicle is back in one piece…from the four it was in.

And yeah, it hurt like a bitch. But the worst part was not being insured. People take pity on you, sort of, when you tell them you don’t have insurance. Then they charge you up the fucking asshole. Seriously, they charge more than they would charge insurance companies or medicaid because they know insurance companies will only pay so much. So, I’m getting fucked harder than I ever have before. And each time I go back, they ask if I have insurance. I’m getting sick and fucking tired of saying no. I want to ask them if I suddenly had insurance, would everything be covered. I’m not sure it works that way.

But yeah, people in medical offices look at you a little funny when you tell them you’re unemployed/uninsured. It sounds like pity, but seems more like blame. I wondered how it would feel, and I guess I got my wish. It’s a social stigma (something I don’t have to deal with often, except for being a fucking ginger). The only person who seems to get it is my (maybe) Scandinavian doctor, who seems to think it’s bullshit. He’s also the one who clued me in that they’ll brutally rape you if you’re uninsured.

So, fuck it. My mind was already made up about the whole healthcare debate before this happened. My silent protest failed. Those protesting “socialism” and the costs of their existing healthcare policies going up fail to realize that their participation in fucking policies with volume discounts amounts to fucking socialism. The costs are socialized, assholes.

I’m still drinking a shitload of beer, but don’t really know what to write about. I ran out of the good painkillers (hydrocodone) but still have some of the bad ones (oxycodone). I say bad in that they make me itch and stay awake, while preventing me from shitting for fucking days.

Oh yeah, I had some Pliny the Elder the other day. It was good. Not sure I care to write about it.

Next time, beer, I promise.