25 April 2007

I try to be marginally insightful when I blog. But tonight I am not feeling very insightful (though I am getting intimate with marginal). I read an acquaintance's blog occasionally, and she is quite insightful and very humorous, and I think I can tell when she has been drinking because she is a superb speller and sometimes her blog spelling is downright atrocious, drunken atrocious, if you know what I'm saying. So here I sit attempting to be humourous and not let my marginalia get me down.

So what's new? Nothing. My face hurts, either from a sinus infection or a tooth slowly going bad. Either way I'm not very happy about things, and it will undoubtedly cost me money to feel better. However, last time I went to the doctor to feel better, she did not give me the much desired medicines (in this case a simple antibiotic) but instead told me my life was stressful and that I should sleep more. Guess what? That's a load of shit. My life, like nearly everyone's, has always been stressful. I rarely get a lot of sleep because I don't particularly like sleeping and can only do it when I'm exhausted. It hasn't fucked me up in the last 10 years and I see no reason why my habits should begin to fuck with me right now. I had, and maybe still have, a sinus infection that time. I have lived in my body for 27 years and I know what is going on. I didn't go to the doctor to have her discover something about me. That's happened before and its scary and I wouldn't gripe about it. I went to get treatment, which I didn't get. Doctors suck. Kaiser sucks. Those inspiring radio commercials that Kaiser puts out are a crock of shit.

The one uncommented part of the Lord of the Rings that I secretly wish for is the absurd health of both hobbits and humans. Aragorn didn't fuckin' get a toothache or a sinus infection and he was hiking through snowy mountains and damp caves and kayaking on giant rivers for Christ's sake. And the hobbits had it even better. Their lives were spent drinking, smoking, singing, and farming when it was really too nice to be doing anything else. I bet none of those little bastards ever got lung cancer and sciorris of the liver. I want to be in that situation. I don't want to have a sore jaw for no reason.

No insight. Just griping.