I look at it as more of a pharmaceuticals cow for minor league junkies like myself. As an uncontrollable unconscious leg shaker who just got insurance, I'm looking forward to scoring some of those sweet RLS-flavored downers.
You got insurance??? Get ready to start living large, my friend. Go ahead, step on that rusty nail. Forget to wash your hands. Eat at Chi-Chi's. It's all good!
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Actually, maybe this medicalization of natural bodily occurrences isn't such a bad thing . . . it's a cash cow! (Or maybe a cash pot-bellied pig?)
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