I remember when we people died for real, like sabre tooth tiger attacks and defending one's honor in the street. Now we all just die of this mythical cancer. Boring. I want my death to mean something. You know, Blood, Guts, Gore, and Glory. None of this " I am sorry you have cancer, I must dissect you immediately and then Medicate you to death." So quick we Americans are to cut out the bad. I understand the theory, I mean we don't eat the bad spots on a potato or apple we cut them off, But I ain't no damn apple. So you believe I will have a better quality of life without this portion of my liver, lung, pancreas, breast, mouth, throat, colon, testicle, lymph-node, etc. " Don't worry we can provide a pill that will produce the chemical necessity that the organ in question used to do for you." ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME? Never before have we been so lucky as to have the medical advancements that enable us to so thoroughly, be able to alter, mimic, and enable you to live a life that resembles the one you used to have.
So now I come away from the doctor visit I initiated because I couldn't ride a bike up the hill in my neighborhood anymore, that I had ridden up almost daily for the 10 years I have lived here. I figured I was just getting old, but after a month of not making it up that hill I decided to have a check-up. I walk out of the doctor's office flummoxed, unable to catch my breath on the way to the car. Triple Bypass Surgery is what he said. The sooner the better. Holy shit! I thought I was just aging now I am going to have Heart Failure? So a month later still sore from my surgery and on a regiment of pills that would could make a tweeker cry, I fall asleep standing up and fall to the floor with a crash. Mid fucking sentence. We thought I had fainted and the doc said it could of been due to the medication. Then it happened again, and again. Now I can't drive much less ride my Harley, my baby, my life. The doc put me on more pills for the fainting, Narcolepsy, I believe is what they call it. Bullshit is what I call it. So now after my complaint of not being able to bike up a steep hill, I can no longer drive, I can't walk for a mile without thinking I might have a heart attack and die. Some days I would just rather die than live like this. I miss not being able to bike up that hill.
So now I come away from the doctor visit I initiated because I couldn't ride a bike up the hill in my neighborhood anymore, that I had ridden up almost daily for the 10 years I have lived here. I figured I was just getting old, but after a month of not making it up that hill I decided to have a check-up. I walk out of the doctor's office flummoxed, unable to catch my breath on the way to the car. Triple Bypass Surgery is what he said. The sooner the better. Holy shit! I thought I was just aging now I am going to have Heart Failure? So a month later still sore from my surgery and on a regiment of pills that would could make a tweeker cry, I fall asleep standing up and fall to the floor with a crash. Mid fucking sentence. We thought I had fainted and the doc said it could of been due to the medication. Then it happened again, and again. Now I can't drive much less ride my Harley, my baby, my life. The doc put me on more pills for the fainting, Narcolepsy, I believe is what they call it. Bullshit is what I call it. So now after my complaint of not being able to bike up a steep hill, I can no longer drive, I can't walk for a mile without thinking I might have a heart attack and die. Some days I would just rather die than live like this. I miss not being able to bike up that hill.
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