My recent humor book, "Scrambled Leggs...A Snarky Tale of Hospital Hooey" is sans the 'F' word, but it's in there, if ya know what I mean! I was stricken with Transverse Myelitis and was paralyzed from the chest down in 30 minutes and had to learn to walk again. That was the easy part! The hospital staff and rehab staff was patronizing, marginalizing and at tome murderous- yeah for real. So as a humor writer I wrote the story with all of my interior monlogue, ex. When being taught how to catheterize myself: "
It's time for you to'cath' yourself. Then you can be as free as a bird."
The street lights were still on, there were no birds anywhere, it couldn't possibly be morning...
"Join me in the bathroom and i will show you how to do it. It is so easy."
I'm guessing catheterizing oneslef is not so easy that you would like me to practice on you, am I correct on that one there, Clara Barton?
No blunder, rudeness, or cruelty goes unpunished. Why should it? I was in excruiating pain and a paraplegic and they were void of compassion and civility. Rants have a place. ESPECIALLY when it comes to pointing out the need for justice. So rant on my sisters, rant on.
So true! We do need humor to deal with the stupidity of life, otherwise dealing with the hard stuff (like Sally's example-- the double whammy of illness and lack of compassion at the hospital) is way to heavy. So, when necessary, I will try and let my Rant Grrrll loose, and fight against my nature not to rock the boat-- sometimes people need to get shaken up a bit!