Jesus Christ, Where the Fuck to Begin?

My name is Blake Jordan and I am a Disgruntled Marine. Not a fucking Marine Biologist, but a United States Marine. Don't expect some giant hulk of a man whose eyes are obscured by the bill of a Cover (that's Motospeak for "Hat." Don't ask.), or my arms covered in tattoos (they are anathema). In fact, that's not within regulations, anyway. No, I'm actually a short, scrawny, and only a mildly handsome man. Because the truth is, that you don't get in shape in the Marines. In fact, with all the running we do, I see more people fuck their bodies up because the higher ups, in their self-proclaimed infallibility, like to believe that they know how the human body works and that high-impact sprinting every fucking morning won't negatively affect the knees or something. I don't care if that was a run-on sentence.

One of my friends was medically discharged for fucking his knees up. He went to get treatment from our notoriously bad Naval doctors, who sent him to physical therapy. Now, his testimony is dubious at best, but I've come to the conclusion that the physical therapy he recieved for his knees made things worse. Either that, or he was performing his exercises incorrectly or pushed himself too hard.

I once sat at the clinic (because the E.R. would have told you to go to the Clinic first, even if you came in carrying your own severed hand) for an hour before getting Neosporin and Band-Aids for skin that was more or less ripped off of my knee. It took months to heal and I still have the scar (and occasional chronic pain from falling down). It gets better, wanna know how I got it? I had to run in the dark to PT, which was at 4:00. I came to the gym with my right leg covered in blood and I had to walk to the Clinic. My knee doesn't hurt anymore, but, oh, well. Not terribly bad.

However, you could walk into the Clinic with your severed hand and expect to get the same treatment: Motrin (or Vicodin if you're lucky) and be told to drink water. Thanks, asshole. I'm glad I'm worth actual medical attention. You get what you pay for because it's 'free medical.' At least the Dental care is half-way decent.

I could go on and on, but that's what other blog posts are for. I shall return with another rant for another time. Just need the impetus, I guess.