There is something comical about the way things seem to work; take one step forward and the next moment you're doubling backward after a sharp kick to the rumpus.
“Life could never be more difficult,” you think. And like a flare being sent to the Heavens, viola, you’re showered with a hail storm on your way home from work stuck behind granny-can’t-drive and her 2009 Dodge Charger. “Who lets an 80 year old dust-spitter get, let alone drive, a V8??!!!” you contemplate as you putter along in your ’02 Ford Focus that can vibrate an orgasm out of your passengers.
Everyone knows “times are hard” yet with a smile you ignore the creditor calls, pretend to smile through the phone at every nit-wit that calls your legal job for that hourly wage and graciously accept every crumbled dollar that lands on the tables during night shift. The weekend hits, you pay every bill you can manage with the slim earnings from the week before, manage to leave 5 big smack-a-roos in your account only to learn that your boss has “forgotten” to put you on the schedule for the entire week. But don’t worry my friend, you haven’t done anything wrong. Ramen noodle dinners here we come, but lets not get too excited over those sodium swimming noodles.
The last thing anyone needs in their non-insured life is a trip to the emergency room. 12:30 in the morning after only an hour of shut eye, imagine being awoken out of a drunken stupor to lights, cries, and banging doors. After 2 seconds of realizing there is a panic and this is not a dream you walk into the kitchen in skivvies to find the fiancé lying stomach down on the kitchen floor, squirming in SEVERE pain, crying utters that usually only come from the mouths of hurt children…. “pwwweeaassee hewp me.” A phone call to the ambulance and his dad in the doorway leads to laughing paramedics. Why the humor? He has a kidney stone. Apparently the closest a man will get to having a child. Hate a guy? There’s a curse for ya! Needless to say bedtime finally came around 7:30 in the morning.
And all of this joy starts with the relationship troubles endured Friday night. That being left for another day to spat about.
“Life could never be more difficult,” you think. And like a flare being sent to the Heavens, viola, you’re showered with a hail storm on your way home from work stuck behind granny-can’t-drive and her 2009 Dodge Charger. “Who lets an 80 year old dust-spitter get, let alone drive, a V8??!!!” you contemplate as you putter along in your ’02 Ford Focus that can vibrate an orgasm out of your passengers.
Everyone knows “times are hard” yet with a smile you ignore the creditor calls, pretend to smile through the phone at every nit-wit that calls your legal job for that hourly wage and graciously accept every crumbled dollar that lands on the tables during night shift. The weekend hits, you pay every bill you can manage with the slim earnings from the week before, manage to leave 5 big smack-a-roos in your account only to learn that your boss has “forgotten” to put you on the schedule for the entire week. But don’t worry my friend, you haven’t done anything wrong. Ramen noodle dinners here we come, but lets not get too excited over those sodium swimming noodles.
The last thing anyone needs in their non-insured life is a trip to the emergency room. 12:30 in the morning after only an hour of shut eye, imagine being awoken out of a drunken stupor to lights, cries, and banging doors. After 2 seconds of realizing there is a panic and this is not a dream you walk into the kitchen in skivvies to find the fiancé lying stomach down on the kitchen floor, squirming in SEVERE pain, crying utters that usually only come from the mouths of hurt children…. “pwwweeaassee hewp me.” A phone call to the ambulance and his dad in the doorway leads to laughing paramedics. Why the humor? He has a kidney stone. Apparently the closest a man will get to having a child. Hate a guy? There’s a curse for ya! Needless to say bedtime finally came around 7:30 in the morning.
And all of this joy starts with the relationship troubles endured Friday night. That being left for another day to spat about.
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