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