My cousin’s sister in law recently died of the human version of mad cow disease.
The doctors were paid a bundle to tell her she’ll die within four months and they can’t do a DAM thing about it.
They’re so out of touch most doctors think homelessness cayuses brain injury and not vice versa.
Tens of thousands of soldiers are not getting SSDI because 1 tesla machine can’t pick up tears in vast swaths of cells, so the docs say they’re faking.
They then have no money, the soldiers, and no hope. Which leads to horrific suicide rates among them.
Yeah, you guys are doing a bang up job.
Yeah, I was pondering things the other day about PTSD and soldiers and I have to say I can certainly understand how one might be stressed in an environment where death all around you is a common occurrence for year after year while you and your family try to survive on less than minimum wage but you don’t have many quiet moments to regret that because you are ceasingly tasked to deal with blood spattering everywhere and fully aware that every decision you make in those moments someone’s life hangs on those decisions but you can rest assured that each of those decisions will be carefully evaluated by others who are far away and have a great deal of time to be certain they can assist you in the future by improving your performance. I think I can understand, if I try very hard, to imagine what an experience like that, which, thank God, has never happened to me.