These are times for great trials and tribulations: Health Care reforms are unlikely to affect HGH. Just when I thought I was clear, there they were and their grabby hand emerged from the morgue and pulls me right back to face hell.
On the surface, nothing has changed. I go around, suited and smug as before. However, somewhere inside, germs of evil are growing, like unwanted parasites feeding from host flesh.
Was it always there, was it nurtured? It may be now too late to find out. One this is certain watching the constant unbearable pain and sufferings, and sustaining the assault of patient's resentment have pushed me to allow the horror that was growing inside to finally emerge in vengeful desires to trap the monsters that surround the hospital.
I thought it would be simple. I though I could just lunge and strike out using the power of righteousness. How Quixotic can I be? You tell me. I soon discover, with amazement, that the payment for getting involved in fighting evil was accepting that it leaves you with a tainted heart. I evaluated the cost and had to make that choice. Soon I looked in the mirror and where once I saw my face, now I can see trace of badness I thought to vanquish.
Like a Cirrhosis or a cancer , evil that was around has sipped inside the hospital, and you may find it with surprise behind the surgical mask in the eyes of the doctor about to cut you open , just when your horrified mind makes you question: "Was I wise to trust that this crazy people could ever cure me".
The way I see it: Who can blame us? We have been struggling to help you survive and you keep on coming for more and bringing your life threatening problems, over and over with total disregard to the possibility it might transform us at one time into frustrated partner of the evils that brought you to us:
Take that Scarecrow female monster, for example, I should give the title of "Admission Department Director. Her ubiquitous victims are responsible for us finally meeting our census potential and performance quotas. Little by little, she has gotten closer, her perfume lingering in the halls. She has brought fears on the face of my most weather worn staff members. Truly, her gloved hand skills are so exceptional, Lance is drawing diagrams on his spare time and using the scarecrow's signature patterns of flesh cutting to teach Interns in Surgical introductory classes. There would a poetic justice somewhere if in order to repay her inspirational prowess, the administrator had to feed her fresh bodies. Wouldn't it be close to crime, if because of his fascination with the perfection of her moves, his staff would become the target of the scarecrow thirst?
That would be a nightmare, wouldn't it? Worse than the prospect of universal coverage, that is sure.