Today I did something I thought I’d never do. I dumpster-dived…. in my own trash... for
drugs. Before you call Dr. Drew, let me
explain.
For the majority of my life, I have enjoyed excellent
physical health. That is to say that
apart from the usual bumps and bruises that come with youth, I have never been
hospitalized, rushed to an ER, or had to visit a doctor for anything more than the
usual round of requisite childhood vaccinations. This is largely due to the fact that my
mother was a skilled nurse and subsequently had a rather low opinion of
doctors and the medical industry in general. Short of bleeding from the eyes, any injury
was only a scratch, which I would surely survive, and I in no way need to be
rushed to the hospital. So, I grew up without the aid of doctors and just toughed-out
whatever cold, flu, or sprained ankle that occasionally came my way. I absolutely took my good health for granted,
and was lucky to have it since I have spent at least half of the twenty years (gulp!)
since college doing the entertainment industry job shuffle with sporadic health
coverage, at best.
