I never expected to go through post traumatic depression from a nasty bilateral four finger frostbite amputation I experienced recently. I applied for assistance from the government and was told to drop dead twice. I can't even pay the medical co-pay for my prescriptions. You callous drones are tempting me, but that would divert this discussion into a nasty psychological realm of bitter recriminations that might spark a profanity laced tirade. Rather than tongue lash you fools, I will pass for the moment, although you people deserve a through spanking for your inbred inhumanity.
There was a nasty social worker who asked me some of the stupidest questions when I was in the hospital. Why do social workers exist and do they serve any useful purpose in this world?
Demented reasoning not caused by gabapentin. They could have amputated my thumbs, but then again there is voice recognition technology. There is really no excuse, failure to adapt to modern day technology is not a systemic failure, it is an individualistic failure. I see families who sit around the kitchen table for hours with their noses buried in their cell phones, oblivious of each other and the surrounding environment. The new normal. I had no desire for a cell phone and was happy. The rustic life I loved has been taken away. I am bored cooped up in a house all day. I want to heal and then to vanish into thin air. Demented thinking takes on many colorful hues, like an expanding soap bubble.
My surgeon, Dr. Amalia Cochran, has a blog herself, Life in the Wild West, the musings of a burn surgeon. I could not refrain from reading some of it. She was complaining that at an academic conference some of her male colleagues commented that her attire lacked professionalism. I wanted to be a organizational sociologist once, I even read, Men and Women of the Corporation. Have we as a society yet to emerge from the stone age in male/female professional relations and is there still a gender specific double standard? I hope that people are beyond such mundane concerns as to what constitutes proper attire in a professional setting, there are more pressing concerns, all this nonsense seems so trivial...
Demented reasoning again? But, you know, a woman commented, without fingers how do you jerk off? I did not expect an existential question of such probity. How do you respond to such a question without being gender specific? If I respond that I need to hire a prostitute does that make me sexist? Should I fall upon my knees and beg the first woman I see? Since I have no wife and am not gay, what is the appropriate response to such a question? Do I risk offending anyone and does anyone care about being offended anymore?
This is 2015, not the stone age. We regard ourselves as very sophisticated people, at least we enlightened ones do. The unwashed are the same old dullards, unable to grasp the concept of equality for all regardless of circumstance. Thus utopia is foiled once again, nipped in the bud by the same old prejudicial nonsense, the inability to share power between the sexes on a level playing field.
Anyone for another gabapentin?