Let me put this right out here. I have no faith in Doctors. I feel that we are no better off these days, then back in the day when they applied leeches to suck out the humours in our body.
Sure we live longer, but at what cost. Most of the people that live past 80 are no more then husks of their former self. I am not interested in life, I am interested in the quality of life. As long as I have some quality to it, I want to live. If I am in a bed 24/7, someone go ahead take me out.
My hatred for all things medical probably can be traced back to all the way when I was 2. I broke my leg, and had a cast put on, but I remember vividly the saw coming down to cut the cast off. I still have a sort of recurring nightmare about it. Then we move on to just the bumbling medical debacles surrounding my Grandfather, my Mother, and my latest my Step Mom. I will spare you all the intricisies of each case. I will go over the finer points. They treated my Grandfather like a piece of meat, carving at him, and carving at him even though if they did save him he would be little more then a vegetable. My Mother I was there when they punctured her long. Lets just say if my family didn’t hold me back, there would be one less doctor in the world. My Stepmom went in for a simple procedure, ended up with a fucked up pancreas.
Medicines today do more harm then good sometimes. Health Care prices, and system is so out of whack it is no longer a laughing matter.
As for myself, I know whats wrong with me. I am acutely aware of my fucked up health situation. I got the bad news a long time ago, and I don’t need a doctor reminding me everytime I go there.
Whatever happens to me health wise, either I will live by pure strangth of will, or I will die, but I refuse to lie in a hospital bed waiting for death to come.
