Hard Times
The past couple weeks I found out I have a herniated disc that’s going to require surgery. The health care system is a fucking joke in the United States. I didn’t get the surgery I needed, despite two trips to the emergency room, because they said it wasn’t “urgent care”. But they did consider the fact that it’s driven me to seriously contemplate suicide, since they had someone watch me while the fetched the psychiatrist. I got stronger meds now, whoop de do. The ironic thing in my whole lower back ordeal is that the reinjuries both occurred while I was in the process of helping others. What kind of message is that supposed to send?
Anyway, I’m still alive & still fighting. My wife must really love me to stay with me through all this crap. What sucks is that if and when I ever get the MRI/surgery I need, I still have chronic sinusitis, severe chronic allergies to mold and various foods, chronic insomnia and upper back/neck pain to deal with. At least I’m back in Los Angeles where I belong.
