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Worthless Goddamn Cripple
http://worthlesscripple.com/
A mentally competent stroke-addled gimp describes living for nearly a decade in a warehouse a.k.a. nursing home.
- Added on: Aug 1st, 2007
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Paco Steinway
- Listed in: Personal Society
- Tags: wheelchair disabled stroke nursing home long-term healthcare lowlife
Recent Posts
Dr. Gytt Gives Me Financial Advice
Photo by valeosaurous After years of substandard physical therapy at the warehouse, I enrolled in an outpatient program at the downtown rehab hospital where I did time immediately after my stroke. I remembered them treating me like a retarded gerbil;...
The Administration Alleges a Charge Nurse Is John Wayne
Certain psychologists associate John Wayne Syndrome with post-traumatic stress disorder. Other shrinks claim the Duke’s namesake pathology spawns testosterone-engorged megalomania and heavy-handed impulsive behavior. The warehouse administration us...
But He’s an Army Man!
Simmy worked as a physical therapist at the warehouse. A few days before he started, while I lifted wall-mounted weights in the therapy room, I heard the department supervisor excitedly tell a coworker: “We’re finally getting a new guy. He’s an...
Dental Interns Use Me As a Guinea Pig 6 –The Difference Between a Stooge and a Dickweed
Read Part 5…The naïve intern appeared and asked me to follow her down the hall. She stopped in front of her examination room, seemed embarrassed and stared at the carpet as she began: “I didn’t want to say anything in front of anybody.” ...
Student Interns Use Me As a Guinea Pig 5 – She Was Just Doing Her Job
Read Part 4By my next appointment twelve weeks later, I’d managed to skip the warehouse and move into my own apartment. I checked in with the receptionist, a young woman different than the movie-magazine toady. She asked if anyone had brought me. I...
Student Interns Use Me As a Guinea Pig 4 – High Turnover
Photo by HoldThatTiger Read Part 3As I entered the small one-story building, I naively assumed that “Special Needs” referred to my gimpiness. A glance around the waiting room proved me wrong…I would’ve ordinarily thought fuck this fully a...
