You've got it easy, every Saturday I get to get up at 3 AM, take my meds, and I've got plenty most likely double what anyone takes that you know or have heard of, ride to the VA in the wee hours of the morning, wait for a bed to open up, and then get my arm stuck with two large gauge needles in the same place three times a week every week of the year for the rest of my life. Sometimes the technician that sticks me is relatively good and sometimes they are piss poor and hurt me bad infiltrating my arm such that a large area turns black and blue and it takes over two months to go away. I get to lay there in agony for four hours each session with additional time for set-up, about 20 minutes, and recovery for about half an hour during which I sometimes have a 'Blowout' where there is blood everywhere including my clothes. Oh, I almost forgot, one of my medications is for my thyroid and I have to wait 70 minutes before can eat then there are about 6 other pills I have to take with breakfast. Then just before dialysis hookup I take another 6 pills. When I get home I have to take more pills with lunch, about ten, another four pills with dinner and about six more at bed time. 8 nose sprays, nine eye drops, one in each eye and thirteen inhalers, my CPAP breathing machine with a prescription for oxygen because of the low oxygen level in my blood which is measured when I have to send in all my vitals electronically every morning via Telehealth. I got Covid tested on Saturday and the following Tuesday and now I'll get tested again on Monday just prior to operation no. 32 on my belly, again. I've had four heart operations, three neck operations, more arm operations than I can count and I'm up at the hospital about four times a week. I'm on a very restricted diet; no avocado, no orange juice, limited dairy, limited beans, limited tomato, no grapefruit juice, limited sausages and hot dogs, limited nuts, no bananas, no banana nut bread, limited coke of which I've had four in the last six years, limited fluid intake which means about one beer a month, no artichoke, limited chocolate and no cantaloupe. It will not get better as I age. Whew, feels better to get that off my chest. I'm held together with baling wire. So, don't give me any groans because you have to work some weekends until you retire. I'll never retire. What do you think? Does my life suck?
"Why do liberals constantly have to label things? Why can't days of the week just be days of the week, free of social constructs and expectations?"
I don't know. To answer that you need to know what day Biden thinks it is. Then Tucker will randomly pick one of the other six days.
