“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

So I went to the Surgeon’s office today.

I took a book with me, as I always do to anything where I’m likely gonna be sitting for a while. I took ‘The Bachman Books’, which reprints four early works of that miserable old bastard Richard Bachman. They are: Rage, The Long Walk, Roadwork, and The Running Man. I had read Rage and The Running Man before.

Rage is the story of a boy who snaps one day, goes into school, shoots his teacher in the face and holds the class hostage. Read that one in high school.

The Running Man is the story of a man in the early stages of tuberculosis who signs up to be hunted for a futuristic game show to earn money for his sick family. Yes, it was the basis for the Schwartzenegger movie, but the two are almost nothing alike.

So that left me two choices, Roadwork (which I knew nothing about) and The Long Walk.

Nate C. told me about The Long Walk years ago, so I started reading it. 100 eighteen-year-old boys in a walking race some 100 miles long or so. If they fall below a pace of four miles an hour more than three times they’re given their ticket. That ticket being a shot in the head from a high powered rifle. Something about it felt appropriate to the last four years of my life…

I got a decent ways into it when I was called back. We didn’t have to talk long. Seems that I found the one doctor that understands that this needs to be done right away. Yes, you heard me right. Pending the results of some minor medical tests, that I’m sure I’ll have no trouble with, he’ll be scheduling and doing my surgery. Possibly as early as a month from now.

Ahh, but you ask me; “where’s the catch?” Well here it is, I’ve still not received my new Medicaid card, nor have I heard any word as to whether it’s been renewed or not. Granted, I’ve not had any word saying that I HAVE been dropped either, but the sheer cosmic kick in the ass of losing my insurance on the very day that I found someone to do the surgery is just too fucking good for the bitch-goddess of fate to pass up.

All in all though, I’m in good spirits. Nervous as all hell, but only slightly more than usual. I’ll post more news on all this as I get it. For now though, I’ve just gotta keep walking…

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