This afternoon I had an appointment with my Orthopaedist.
Well, lah-dee-frickin'-dah! When did that job description pick up an extra a????
So next week I have an appointment with my Daentist.
("Hey! Let's go with the Greek spelling and FVck 'em out of some more bucks, Biggus Dickus! Y'ont to????")
No, that's not what I'm Bastarding (got to give us guys equal time, Bitches! Juuuuuuust kidding, Honey!) about, y'all.
What's frosting my balls is the fact that today, my Orthopaeeeeeeedist decided I needed a "brace" for my ankle.
Not a cast, mind you; just a "brace" made of: Nylon, Velcro, a cotton "sock" (cut off a thing that looks like toilet paper), and a shoe string.
Now before I ask you what you think that "brace" cost me, just take a minute and look at the "ingredients" (Nylon, Velcro, Cotton, Shoe String)
One hundred and thirty nine dollars.
Sounds really cheap when you put it in those terms, don't it?
How many times do you think that piece of shit brace has been marked up, and how much do you think the "ingredients" to make it, cost?
I don't have to paint you a picture, but I thought that bringing it down to its lowest "common denominator" (us) might make it more "real" for y'all.
This is what is happening! THIS is REALITY!
Yeah, we're living longer, thank you, but now what?
Don't know what to do with us, do ya?
Gonna sit back and watch with great interest how this whole frickin' thing winds up.
The little 4-footed ones were here before we were and will be here long after we're gone.
Please don't make 'em suffer and die through no fault of their own, and please never forget it was them who helped us survive and evolve?
Yeah, we had the "brains", but they have served us and sustained us and we pay them back by burning them and their young to death.
Way to go, Homo Sapiens!