I was injured in an industrial accident a few years ago when a high voltage transformer exploded, causing severe damage and scarring to both legs. I healed but the scarring remained and it was bad. I'd always intended on getting it fixed, but Obama's mutilation of the healthcare system meant that I will lose my coverage January first, so I had to act now for forget it. Well, this is the result...

Anyway, like most of my hospital visits in this state, the surgery was top notch but the care was a fiasco. All these hospitals hire all kinds of muds to please de cibo raahts groups, and most of them are just as depraved, ignorant and thieving as you could expect. The staff was overrun with them, and none of them could speak or understand English worth a crap...

I had just come out of surgery and was in an incredible amount of pain, hadn't had any sleep, was still groggy, hadn't eaten or drank anything since the day before and was dying of thirst, couldn't walk, couldn't breath, and in comes this little snip of a charge nurse with that bearing we've all seen on petty tyrants. She walked in with her nose in the air, strutting her stuff like the queen of the ward, which is exactly what she thought she was. She spent her days terrifying the lowly nurses aides and subordinates, and giving a hard time to patients in no condition to argue. She made the drastic mistake of trying her crap on me, when I was in the condition I just described above. It was like poking a grizzly with a stick. She informed me that she was violating doctor's orders to keep me for the next three days as was discharging me in an hour! I kid you not. I told her I wasn't going anywhere and to call my doctor. She refused and said, "I run this ward, not the doctors! And my outpatient ward closes in an hour and I'm gong home, and I don't have the time to process you to another ward. You look ok to me, so you're going home!" Now mind you, my legs are literally wrapped like the Mummy, and I can't sit or walk, let alone dress or put on my boots. My ride isn't arranged, and I need pain medication and food. I looked at her with a look that would peel paint and said, "You condescending little snit!

That crap may fly with all your flunkies, but you'll regret ever jacking with me sweety." Her eyes widened and she began to get angry. How dare this lowly patient talk back! Then I asked her, "How much do you make a month?" "Why?" she asked puzzled. "Because I'd like to know how much my income is going to jump per month after I sue the living shit out of you." That backed her down for a spell, but she regained her composure and stomped out. I had left her something to think about. I never make idle threats. I waddled into the head to take a leak, which took a long time because of the pain and predicament I was in, and when I returned I found a mud orderly cutting the ties holding my personal possessions bag closed! He was a balding Hindu..you can always tell by the raccoon shadowing under their eyes. He had thought I was gone for tests or something, and was busily trying to get to my valuables. Typical. I yelled, "Hey! What the f%$ck do you think you're doing? You just got caught asshole. Now back away from my stuff!" His soft boiled egg eyes almost bugged out of his head and guilt was written all over his ugly brown face. "I-I was just separating de two bags because dey were tied together!" he stammered in pigeon English "That's the whole idea asshole, so someone like you doesn't wander off with one of them. And who gave you permission to touch my stuff, eh?" At that he backed away from me and crab-walked the wall around to the door, then beat feet. I yelled, but of course nobody came, and I was in no condition to chase the prick, so he got away, off to rob another poor slob. Another day in sunny Koonifornia. Not even the damned hospitals are safe...

The upshot of it all was that I was sent home in a cab in the condition I'm in, and have to heal at home without medical care, pain meds or help getting around. Lawsuit? What would you do? I tried calling my surgeon the next day but he was in surgery all day. I left a message with his wetback nurse, and of course we all know that message got to him..right? I was never called back, and I'm sure that a bunch of lies and bullshit was shoveled in his direction by the charge nurse to cover her ass. There's no way I'm the first person she's screwed over, and by now I'm sure she's got her excuses down pat. I was never called back. So I'll stay at home, heal and bide my time, make no calls and make no waves, and when I ready, I'll drop the hammer on those toads. I guess my eternal question in life is..Why do people have to be such assholes?

Anyway, it's going to take a while for me to get back up to speed, so my posts probably won't be as frequent as usual, though I'll do what I can. Thanks to all that sent me moral support, and thanks to all of you for caring. It's one of the reasons I care so much about my race. They've got heart and class. It's a privilege to work with you folks...

Well, I hope that was enough gossip to chew on, and I'll see you all in my rants..

Thanks again,