Not Again!

Tom called. He was mellow and drugged out. He had his bone marrow biopsy. They knock him out for it. He was happy and confident.

The medical staff are saying that Tom’s leukaemia has relapsed, nothing proven yet. Results next week. Tom says he is going to be really healthy and he is going to try to stay out of hospital. Last resort will be chemo. A nurse said she didn’t think he’d have time not to have chemo. He’s going to go in for twice weekly blood tests, he hopes. He’ll have weekly transfusions.

He wants to go to Beyond on Sunday night. I told him that he’d risk an intervention from some of his friends. But, I said I’d go with him.

He was excited about his $85,000, his disability payout, just confirmed. He can move out of home and not be poor during treatment.

Shit hey! It’s like a glitch in the time space continuum. Tom retires with a large sum of money, but he has to get sick as the trade-off. This is repeat-cycling? Isn’t it? (He did the same 10 years ago, when he was first diagnosed when he was working for Sydney AIDS)

One of the good ones. He’s one of the good ones.

You know, I reckon if you got rid of that other 50% of the population, you’d pretty much wipe out religion. You’re never going to get rid of them any other way. Religions are big sellers, they generate vast sums of money, nobody is going to get rid of that willingly. So the only option left is to get rid of the gullible, the dumb and the stupid who fall for it, which I think would pretty much line up with my theory that 50% of the population is a waste of space. Just generating land-fill giving nothing in return. You’d probably get rid of the pokies at the same time. Quite possibly lotto and pyramid selling. Chain letters. Spam email. A hefty portion of the welfare payments.

Who says who goes, though?

Of course, the god-heads would be getting rid of us... the fags.

You’re pretty safe if you are one of the good ones, though. Surely, the smart, the talented and the creative will always prevail?