Here's a riddle: Who can paint your house, act in your film and hobble like Festus from Gunsmoke, all in the same day? Why it's yours truly, of course. I'm navigating the health care system these days; searching for a doctor to cut me up and patch a new hip into this old body. Here's a newsflash for you President Obama -- a small state like Massachusetts can't make mandatory health care work, how the fuck are states like California and Texas going to do it? I'll tell you how -- they won't be abe to, plain and fuckin' simple. Here's how it works from my experience: You call your healthcare provider and get a list of doctors and hospitals that accept your health plan. You thank them for their help, then you call the doctor or hospital they told you would accept your plan; whereupon the receptionist informs you (every fuckin' one of them so far!) that the doctor (or hospital) doesn't accept your insurance. As much fun as running laps in the rain while your gym teacher screams at you. Remember those days? Aah -- good times. So now I'm back at square one and my hip feels like it's going to fall out of it's socket. That smile you see on my face? Step a little closer -- that's really just me crying -- with a smile on my face. So I guess my point is... oh what the fuck am I saying? I don't really have a point. Isn't the whole idea of this blogging shit to get stuff out of your system? If so, get me the blog post that takes your fuckin' pain for you. Sign me up for that motherfucker. In closing, thank God for your health everyone. We take it all for granted sometimes. It's human nature. But seriously -- be grateful for the ability to walk normally. You have no idea how much the alternative to that truly sucks. My best wishes to all who bothered to read this. :)