When I turned 30, I sneezed and felt a pop on my back and my right leg went pins and needles until I got back surgery. That ended up being a fairly expensive sneeze.
Sounds like a fairly typical US story (as seen from abroad).
As in "I was 25, I felt great, I bent to pick up (some shit) and felt some shit and woke up in the ER, and they billed me (GNP of some random continent) and then I died, and my house was seized, and the police shot my family.
EU version: Those fuckers are asking me for 30€ for the 5 days I stayed in the hospital after the 20 people came to my home, the ambulance took me there, the 8 hour intervention…
But they wouldn’t answer me when I pressed that button, even after I pressed it 70 times (I counted), because I hated that desert they gave me. Anyway I’m going to fuck them up.
I threw my back out putting on a button up shirt once. I wasn’t even old yet.
When I turned 30, I sneezed and felt a pop on my back and my right leg went pins and needles until I got back surgery. That ended up being a fairly expensive sneeze.
Sounds like a fairly typical US story (as seen from abroad).
As in "I was 25, I felt great, I bent to pick up (some shit) and felt some shit and woke up in the ER, and they billed me (GNP of some random continent) and then I died, and my house was seized, and the police shot my family.
EU version: Those fuckers are asking me for 30€ for the 5 days I stayed in the hospital after the 20 people came to my home, the ambulance took me there, the 8 hour intervention…
But they wouldn’t answer me when I pressed that button, even after I pressed it 70 times (I counted), because I hated that desert they gave me. Anyway I’m going to fuck them up.