Papa Rodin Rambles - Back to the butcher
Greetings, Steemians and Steemettes!
Good morning, friends! Have you all slept well? Do you feel rested and ready for the day? I know I don't. Not my best night ever, but that much was to be expected. I am off to see the butcher again shortly, so I wanted to leave some words with you before I go.
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Ouh, what a night....
When I got home yesterday and the anesthetic started to faint, I knew that I was in for an interesting night. One factor I did not account for was the full moon we had last night. Some of you can probably relate, but sleeping during this particular moon phase can be quite troublesome at times.
The room I sleep in is pretty much light-proof, if you so will, so I did not get touched by any sunlight reflected by the full moon. That makes me somewhat sure that I did not turn into a werewolf last night. Also, the wound from yesterdays butchering is also still there, so I take that as proof for my previous claim.
The night itself wasn't as terrible as it could have been. I only woke up a couple of times. I looked at a clock once and it was just shy of 4.00 am. If I were on top of my game, that would be a stellar time to wake up.
I wasn't on top of my game.
So I laid back and tried to get some more sleep. One of the more futile attempts I made this year, but alas.
Back to Butch the butcher
With the scar still being there, though, I have to make that appointment happen. The butcher was so satisfied with his butchering that he was eager to see me again. Apparently, he would like to take a good look at his handy work again. What can I say, I like it when people take pride in their work, even if it involves carving me up and slicing me open.
I will get a new patch on the wound, so that is good. The threads are being pulled out two weaks from now if I am not mistaking, so I will have some more fun with the wound until that day arrives. Happy faces all around!
When I will return, I will have to rest a bit more. The night has been troublesome and I am still feeling somewhat weak. Moving also never felt more discouraging than it does now. Which is a sad thing because I like moving.
Did I blew these last few posts out of proportion?
Of course, big time. Mucho grande. Well, not that much, actually. Only a few parts here and there aside from the obvious butcher call outs. You should review these posts and try to find the parts where I went crazy for a bit. It will make your analytical skills a bit sharper than they already are.
But it's fun to write things like these every now and then. It also makes dealing with situations like these bearable. I am not the kind of guy who enjoys being bedridden or sick or, a new experience, being sliced open. I like to be useful and ready for action. So being able to write about my feelings regarding this has been quite enjoyable to me.
Enjoyable enough to make me want to do it a bit more every now and then.
So why your distaste for the medical industry in the first place?
Ah yes, I did mention that I wanted to come back to this. Well, the answer lies in the question. Because it is an industry. A business. It is ironic that I am saying this here, but money tends to ruin everything. Ironic because I am saying this on a platform that rewards us. Heh.
There are plenty of diseases and sicknesses that we suffer from because our society which has been focused on money since the invention of money has created and perpetuated. Depression being the most relevant these days I'd say when it comes to this. Because money is involved, I can't find myself to trust a system that is supposed to make money off not my well being but my sickness and brokenness.
Why should a psychiatrist have any interest in actually helping me when keeping me in a brittle state would be better for him because I had to keep visiting him?
Why should I trust a doctor to heal me up when he makes money from prescribing medicine to me everytime we meet?
These are the kind of questions that come to my mind everytime I have this topic in mind. Of course, not every doctor is a money grabbing scumbag. Of course, most sisters and caretakers earn poorly. Of course, these are hard jobs to learn and master. But the system behind it all is wrong in all the wrong ways.
So you are just suspicious without any real foundation?
Yes and no. A big part of my bitterness towards this topic probably stems from having lost both my mother and my father to hospitals that made a lot of questionable decisions. But let us put this to the side.
I want to tell you a little story that happened to me when I was...9 or so?
Me and my father went to a doctor. I don't know what the english term is here, but it was our "go-to" doctor, usually the first one we would frequent for basically everything. My father was fairly old, in his sixtys already and because of an accident, his legs and arms were busted, so I had to accompany him to basically everywhere he wanted or needed to go.
Including said doctor who also treated my mother before she died.
My father had some problems with his heart, age related. I also wasn't the easiest son to have around I'd say. So we came to the doctors clinic, waited way too long, as one does when you come to the doctors clinic. When we finally were allowed to enter the doctors office, someone was already sitting there.
The doctor was talking to a man about something. Me being 9 years old, I wasn't able to properly understand what was taking place here, so I will tell you what I came to figure back together when I thought back to that event.
The man sitting there with our doctor was a pharmaceutical representative. He was talking to our doctor about some new bullshit medicament. When the doctor saw me and my father, he immediately jumped out of his chair, with said medicament in hand and immediately tried to talk my father into giving it a try as well, saying that it would certainly help him as well.
The pharmaceutical representative seemed happy enough with this turn of event. Nobody thought that it was wrong that the doctor went straight to business without even greeting us properly. Of course, I was young back then and it took some years until I looked back to this occurrence with a more clear vision.
So what is the bottom line here? Shall we never visit a doctor again?
Well no, clearly, that isn't the right call either. If you are sick and certain that you can't get better by yourself, see a doctor. If you need to have your bone fixed, see a doctor and if you feel a deep desire for having your meat carved open, go meet a butcher.
If anything, I want you to take this as an incentive to live your life a bit more healthy and be aware of yourself, your surroundings and your feelings. Having a moral and logical compass is a skill that can be developed and evolved, but that is a conscious process.
Our minds and bodies are the smartest dumb things in existence. They do a lot of highly complicated and important things very efficiently and send the according signals to us. In other regards, they are remarkably stupid and easy to fool. Learn to distinguish between the two. It will make your life better and, hopefully, the world a better place.
Now, off to the butcher I go, letting him gorge himself in his guilty pleasure.
