On Health

I've mentioned that I consider myself a cripple. Perhaps some elucidation is in order. When I was 20, I had a wreck. Hit a tree at 90mph in a nissan centra. The sweetgum tree survived, as did I.
We both, however,were broken. My left ankle was turned to gravel; right hip bone,,severed at the femoral neck; both knees "jammed" from locking legs onto brake pedal; and left 1/2 of skin on forehead scraped away by the windshield.
With remarkable endurance and tenacity, I learned to walk again and went back to work. Chef,musician, student, farmer.
3 years ago, the pain in hip and knees finally got to me. Avascular necrosis in hip, I expect the joint to collapse any time. No cartilage to speak of in either knee.(& eyelashes that grow backwards, into my eye!) Arthritis has spread to my right wrist, elbow and shoulder (my cane arm...), both thumbs from a fall when I was learning how to walk.
I feel low-pressure systems from thousands of miles away (leading me to speculate on all sorts of esoteric subjects, as this is clearly "extra-sensory " perception).


As a result of all of this I , for all my anti- government sentiment and fierce independance, have applied for disability. It's been almost 2 years.
It irks me to no end that I'd have a better hope of getting a new hip and knee in Cuba.
The only pain medication I've found that 1) is effective and 2) has minimal side effects is Vicodin, which I am puposefully miserly with to avoid addiction and to prolong it's effectiveness. However, due to DEA meddling in the field of medicine, doctors are reluctant to prescribe this schedule III drug. So for 18 years I've weakened my alimentary canal and probably my liver with acetominaphen and a whole range of other NSAIDs.
Even the Vicodin is mostly acetominaphen, ostensibly to discourage abuse.( this must be because we're a Xian nation ,since the Warrior Chist was obviously anti-drug...)
The current regime has decided that blowing up sandy, backwards countries who happen to sit atop 'our' oil, and turning the US into the Fourth Reich is more important than healthcare for the poor. In Right-wing-land, it's my own damned fault that I don't have insurance or a rich uncle. Perhaps God is punishing me for being a borderline Socialist or bisexual.

I felt bad, almost immoral, when I finally applied for disability. It goes against my Libertarian streak. Then I remembered Wulf Zendik (google it) who said "Dropping out is a Revolutionary act."
To justify myself< I've gone further:"Becoming a drain on an unjust system is a Revolutionary act."