Stress

My older son is in the hospital. He's really sick and I am hoping it's nothing serious.

I have a thing with hospitals called absolute hate. All the times I was ever in one, it never was pretty.

They prod you, poke you and they're never really concerned about you, just the cash you bring. Take the case of my extreme asthma attack on new year's 1996. They claimed it was psychological until I stopped breathing. Then I finally sleep at 3am when a nurse wakes me up to give me a sleeping pill. I told her she can shove that pill in an orifice where the fucking sun don't shine.

Now, my son is a light sleeper. How hard is it to understand that he needs peace and quiet, not a blow by blow of the events of your date?

And they wonder why I detest hospitals.