Another day of worker’s comp hell. Sometimes I wonder how I have endured for so long. You’d think the standards would be uniform for one of the country’s top injuries, but as I can attest, there are no standards. Doctor after doctor, lawyer after lawyer, insurance bastard squared, all screwing, reporting, advising, monopolizing, until all that is left is a tainted illusion of independence. And when your tears blind your vision and distort your voice, the hypocritical empathy is so vaguely evident that the exit paths become like a Stanley Kubrick movie, hallucinatory and slewed.
Langue d’Amour
11 years ago
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