FOR BETTER OR WORSE-BRING IT ON YOU GALTIANS WHO OPPOSE SOCIALIZED HEALTHCARE (MY RANT AGAINST THE RON PAUL AYN RAND GALTIAN ASSHOLES WHEN AND IF EVER THEY TAKE OVER)
12/30/11 4:08PM Salt Lake City Gerald Long
Try to see it from my perspective. I was born in 1957 (the same year Ayn Rand published "Atlas Shrugged") in Cleveland, Ohio fortunately enough, I guess, with VACTERL Association, including anal atresia, some minor renal anomalies and a spine that looks really cool on MRI's and x-rays. In my humble opinion it looks much worse than it is. Don't get me wrong, I've had cervical and lumbar surgery but *blush*, I actually don't have much back pain at all. I mean the cervical spine surgery wasn't even my idea. I went in complaining of a little tingling in my shoulder thinking it was nothing. Instead my PA, a damn fine one at that, completely freaked out and told me how to hook up with the neurosurgeons up at the U (University of Utah Medical Center). This was around 2005. Those guys wanted MRI's and more documentation, which were contributed, by the way, by IHC. The MRIs revealed severe central canal stenosis in my cervical spine and a bunch of other stuff. Those fun guys in neurosurgery said I was at risk for literally, tripping and falling and dying, or even worse, being paralyzed from the neck down. I think one neurosurgery resident told me if he was me, he wouldn't ride in a motor vehicle smaller than a bus. In fact it is hilariously written down in my medical notes as a kind of disclaimer from one of the neurosurgery residents that says in essence "we told this dumbass...” after I told him I was still riding my bike. Yeah like that I know it's ironic but it was too much of a pain in the ass to get a disabled bus pass from the UTA...I mean talk about needing a bus or a train. Let me tell you about the neck surgery. It was pure torture and a long recovery. Done. Yeah I've had a lot of surgeries but none have ever been as challenging as neck surgery. Don't get me wrong, both surgeries worked out well, and I am well out of danger from falling now. Neither surgery resolved the ankle pain that I have which is due to another birth defect I learned about a few years after my second spine (lumbar this time) surgery. Both spine surgeries were torture to recover from. But I digress, and then I digress some more. Oh yeah, fuck the spine-the spine is nothing-a breeze, honestly. I'm smirking, but I'm not kidding. It is freaking hilarious how little back pain I have. I mean I have friends with perfectly fine looking spines who have much more back pain than I ever experience. Trust me though, if you saw my spinal MRI's you'd freak. I remember the first encounter I had with a doctor after an MRI and he asked me if I had ever been involved in a major automobile accident in which I was ejected from the vehicle. This was in 1994. I had no idea how messed up I was until then. Now the ankle pain, which I went around believing was referred back pain, contrary to what my neurosurgeon (who encouraged me to go see an orthopedist) told me. Turned out he was right and when I finally did two years later, the orthopedists, after taking x-rays and MRI's diagnosed me with “tarsal coalition”, a congenital defect, in both ankles. I know! I swear to you I'd tell people this and they'd accuse me of making it up but its a real medical condition in which the tarsal bones in the ankle (there are seven of them) fuse abnormally. Tarsal Coalition can cause tendons to tear, cysts to form and can be quite painful, and debilitating. This is because it fucks up all the upstream joints, so the knee and hip are affected. It destroys your gait to the point that you can hardly walk. But I take this miracle NSAID drug (Mobix) that really, miraculously, I mean we're talking revival tent holy healing here, made my ankle pain go away in a single day. I know that sounds suspicious and weird and I'm freaked myself...but really I want to do a commercial for these people. I mean it, though - I shrug off the renal, the spinal and even the weird tarsal coalition as total red herrings of my disability. And to boot I throw in half the anal atresia issue; incontinence. No, the sole disabling issue for me is severely impaired GI motility that makes digesting the food I eat a life or death struggle. And these little wars between abdominal adhesions and other motility issues make me a differential nightmare. My doctors have no doubt there is something wrong with me they just can't diagnose it because there are too many usual suspects. There are so many totally plausible explanations for my symptoms. Here's my point to you Galtians, you Ayn Rand and Ron Paul freaks: Not only was I not aborted, I was dragged from the grave by the necromancy of the most skilled pediatric surgeons anywhere! Let's hear it for Cleveland! That's right, without an analplasty and rectal reconstruction or a colostomy I would have died. This was in 1957 mind you, in the era of MASH medicine. They left huge scars so I have a ton of abdominal adhesions which have caused SBO's (small bowel obstructions) requiring surgical intervention on two occasions (which created more adhesions) and countless pseudo-obstructions full or partial (take your pick) that self resolved both with and without NG suction and prompt medical intervention. SBO's are not all or nothing propositions. They can exist in degrees. And they produce many interesting symptoms, most of which I am sure you'll thank me for sparing you. Google, if you have a morbid interest. So, you can go for months on end predominantly with symptoms. And now you Galtian pricks want to tell me it's all my problem? I'm the one with the problem? Yeah, well fuck you. I could have been dead and in my grave, reborn or whatever and not have had to lead this frankly speaking, ridiculously painful life and then be told by you I should foot the bill. Really, go fuck yourselves-you animals. You come at me with your necromancy and torture me throughout my childhood to keep me alive with all this medical baggage to carry for the rest of my life and then tell me to fend for myself when it comes to insurance? Really? You're really comfortable as a collective society with that solution? Because I'm not. Hell no! If you Galtian pricks are in power you put me down, abort me, whatever. You did this to me and now you want me to pay you? *blink* All you had to do was let me die! Instead you keep me alive til I'm 26 and then tell me "hey that's it you're on your own?" Wow, what a nice humane catch and release thing you have going on there...thanks so much...no really thank you. I know in my last incarnation I must have longed to be a financial slave to a medical system that went out of its way to make sure I'd live to pay them the rest of my life.
Ayn Rand-Ron Paul Galtians just don't get it because they're always in control with perfect bodies and perfect minds and raised by aristocrats in a milieu of privilege and meritocracy. I want to see the Galtian hero who has his or her life interrupted over and over again by devastating and chronic symptoms after having been saved by leading edge medical science. I can't undo what they did without committing suicide and I won't do that. But don't you drag me, kicking and screaming into the world by extraordinary means, without my permission, and saddle me with extraordinary issues and then forget about me after you've had your Frankenstein doctors cheat death with a miserable life. Who stood up for me; who negotiated my end of the deal when I was born? Who was there to say "The Future Mr. Long chooses not to avail himself of this extra-ordinary means of saving his life if it means you are going to be a complete dick to him for the duration of his adult life and not insure him for medical complications that arise as a result of your having saved him."? You really want me to thank you for creating me like this, preserving me, and then telling me "hey bud sorry but you're on your own"? Hey, thanks. Really; for all the memories of surgeries; of being terrified as a child-having tubes come out of me. Thanks for the years of incontinence and for one freaking small bowel obstruction after another, after another, after another, after another-ad nauseum. YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE PRICE I HAVE PAID TO STAY ON THIS PLANET you Galtian pricks! So, yeah you who don't want socialized medicine or abortion give yourself a real pat on the back. You think I should be grateful? FUCK YOU! I passed kidney stones when I was 10, you assholes! Why shouldn't I sue you for this life? Why doesn't anyone owe me for having been born to this miserable and painful existence? Our collective society has the right to bring people with impairments into the world if it takes care of them. Otherwise you are breeding slaves. How dare you give me this life and then not want to fund any of its medical costs. How dare you leave me with the entire burden of paying for a painful existence and the repeated medical trauma I enjoy from the day I am born until the day I die. How fucking goddamn dare you! You know what, next time just toss me in the garbage...really, “thanks, but no thanks” and “fuck you.” And don't think that lets you off the hook in any way shape or form. I await the first rich Ayn Rand, Ron Paul anti-abortionist Galtian hero to approach and offer me $10 million and say "here, go try to have a good life...and thank you...for hanging in there..." Until then, fuck you. Atlas Shrugged MY ASS!