(Emotional) health care reform.
Yesterday, less than 24 hours after House Democrats passed a landmark Senate bill on healthcare reform, a dodgeball to the head thrust my friend’s skull into a cement wall and, subsequently, the system.
“I am FREAKING out,” I stage whispered to my roommate. “Maybe not so much as Liana, but still -”
“Relax, dude.” My roommate’s calm did little to appease my malaise.
Green – not from inexperience with head trauma or the Emergency Room, but a different brand of Californian medicine – as we were, an awareness of my own mortality loomed large and magnified as we sat in wait outside of triage.
Oh my Gawd. Oh my Gawd. “Oh my GAWD,” luckily I remembered a recent revelation, a welcome distraction. “Can you believe that about Lyon?”
“Oh – oh – we’re – we’re gonna talk about this – now?” Snarkily, as is usual, my roommate caught herself up. “Oh – okay.”
“He is BEAUTIFUL!” I dropped my voice as she raised her eyebrows in warning. “Those arms in that tank top, tonight. That face! UH – oh!” I giggled. “Who would have thought, though, as rampantly productive as my romantic life has been, that’d I start crushin’ on a straight boy again?”
Who, but everyone.
Lusting after the unattainable is as basic a human emotion as healthcare is a need. Let us accept the facts and move forward as best we know we should. It was capitalist greed standing in the way of the recent bill and if we the people can rally together and conquer such a previously insurmountable force, then we the individuals can get out of our own ways and reform our interpersonal lives.
Serendipitously for Liana, she’s got a prescription for (trademarked brand) Vicodin to ease herself into the transition.
AMEN!!!