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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Take Two and Call Me in the Mornin....Oh, Just Don't Die

I am sick.

Like really sick. Like I-owe-my-girlfriend-a-new-rug-after-redecorating-it-with-my-insides sick. Like spend-70-hours-a-day-on-the-toilet sick. Like we-are-going-to-need-a-stool-sample sick. Whatever sicknesses exist, I have them and it sucks.

I was originally going to try and make some type of witty comeback based on my sickness, but I don't really have the energy or mental capacity right now. I think I am going to just start writing and not stop until I succumb to my illness, pass out or puke all over my Macbook.

Up to this point in my life, I have been a fairly fiscally conservative person. I don't mean that I rarely spent my money, because I did: too much of it and too frequently. But whenever the political issue involving money came up, I usually stuck to the G.O.P party line, i.e "stay the hell away from me, Uncle Sam." 

I frowned upon those crazy Canadians up north and their Socialist healthcare system. Those commies are just weighing the system down with long waiting lines, improper care and well, communism-ness. But now that I live on a liberal public campus, I have gotten a closer look at a socialized health care system. And to borrow a quote from someone I am not sure exists or ever said anything like this (did I mention I am very sick?): "it aint so bad, man."

And it aint so bad (man), as a matter of fact, I would describe my experience as pretty good. I walked into the Hudson Student Health Center expecting an apocalyptic scene: mothers in shawls holding crying babies, harried doctors running back and forth down halls rubbing their temples, heroin addicts shooting up in elevators. But the environment was a touch more relaxed than that. I put my information into a computer, talked to a receptionist, turned in my medical history, answered questions and then was seen by a doctor (wearing a comfy looking sweater). 

Five steps to get to a doctor seems like a bit much, but it was better than I expected (obviously, if you read my expectations). Plus, I would rather be getting something constructive done than waiting 45 minutes in one room like I usually do at my family doctor back home.

So where am I going with this? I have no idea.

Canada, you keep being you, baby. Obama, I will at the very least consider what you have to say about Healthcare. Katie, I am sorry about your rug. I don't even really know what I am saying at this point. I don't know if I can write much lloooooooooooo


Woozie said...

Right now you're happy with Hudson. Wait until they send you out with an influenza diagnosis and you find out three months later you had severe pneumonia the whole time.

Did you really puke on her rug? How romantic <3

Cassie The Venomous said...

They gave you codeine, didn't they?


Emma said...

awwwwwww, poor Alec! Feel better!

But I'm impressed with your dedication to blogging even at a time like this...

Did you hear about the girl who had flesh-eating bacteria in her shoulder, went to Hudson where they diagnosed it as just "sore" and later she had to be life-flighted to a Cleveland Clinic and have her arm amputated??? This sounds like an urban legend and I'm not so sure of its accuracy-- but it really makes you doubt Hudson.

Glad you're satisfied though!!

Katelynn said...

Yes. He puked on my rug.