Of Pills and Pain
   As most of you know, I have been under the weather, sick, whatever you want to call it since May. All I have to say is this stinks. So I’m not complaining about the pain or the troubles, I’m just upset about our medical system. Sometimes I think that the medical field is a bunch of money grubbing quacks. I know they’re not, they are doing their job and trying to avoide malpractice suites. What a great society when inventiveness is crippled because of lawsuite. What I wouldn’t do for a medical tricorder and a hypospray. The doc would take five seconds, scan me, shoot me up, and I’m back to duty. Heck, they even replaced Worf’s whole spinal cord and he was on the bridge latter in the episode. How many episodes of Star Trek did a a quick hypospray injection save the crew from doom and gloom? Probably too many to count.
So I guess now I go from wishing there was a tricorder to being a patient on an unfunny episode of house. So sometime in the next couple of weeks or so, I get to venture to the University of Illinois – Chicago to see a specialist. (The only good thing about this trip is it makes my rounds of all the U of I campuses complete. That and $3.18 gets me a value meal at McDonalds).
So enough venting. Maybe at least I will get put in a journal or something. Hey if House can kill people, smack them around, fire his team, play games, and still become a knight of the royal order; then maybe there is hope for me yet.
