Uncle Sam's Misguided Children

Dancin with the devil and holdin on to God, thank you Lord for the United States Marines.

Lord have mercy, please!

Pretty much sums up humanity's role on earth thus far

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

A Trip to the VA

I recently was forced to go and receive a check up at the nearest Veteran's hospital. I say that I was forced because that is simply what it is. My health has been in steady decline for many a day and until the last possible moment I waited to go and get seen at this place. I knew what was awaiting me there, and quite honestly, I would almost rather just die than go and get a check up there. My body finally won out with the urging of my love, Olivia, and I made an appointment to get seen for the conditions I suffer from. Any help is better than no help right? I surely do wish that were so. Walking into the facility leaves you believing that you just walked into the most vast, never ending structure of all time; and you know you just passed fifteen other structures just as massive if not more massive to get to the one you're in. We walked hundreds and hundreds of yards through vast hallways to reach my primary care location. It reminded me very much of a little maze of rooms trapped in a much vaster maze of rooms, contained in even more rooms, divided by a few more rooms. From time to time during stretches of the walk you are overtaken by the smell of musky hospital sourness that hangs in spots like fog, thick, invisible fog. A nurse took my blood pressure which first read 169 over 111, at which point, she gave me a "damn you alright there sir" look and politely informed me that she would do it again. She did it again and again the numbers read 169 over 111. That was that, she said I was a Little borderline and sent me on my way to see the doctor, hum, nurse practitioner. 169 over 111 is not borderline, it is your are about to be fucking dead and I will always believe that disabled vets rate doctors, not nurse practitioners. These cathedral fucking buildings and the United States Government can't afford a doctor for its warriors; that is some serious horse shit and it should not be happening. Keep cutting the budget and giving tax breaks to the ultra wealthy while the bravest and best of us mire away in obscrurity in vast halls of nothing but waste, yea, America you should be real proud... Damn

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