It's only a flesh wound.

Good point, if it's not permanent, I'm sure he'd rather have new legs instead of a wheelchair.

nb4 socialized medicine whargarbl

They really have no legs to stand on.

Nah they'll just grow back.

/Humanity makes me want to throw up.

If only Dr. Calvin O'Keefe were real.

A Terrible Human: Nah they'll just grow back.

/Humanity makes me want to throw up.

Herb Utsmelz: A Terrible Human: Nah they'll just grow back.

/Humanity makes me want to throw up.

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That's so awful but I lol'd.

So let me tell you all a horrible story about my birth. I was a twin but at 3 months the other twin died because he was anencephalic. So when they broke my mothers water it was black and there were bits of the other twin in it,that's what happens when a fetus decays for 6 months. They had little hope that I was alive after seeing that. So when I'm born I'm grey and black and gross looking. My mother's aunt Sue was the one delivering "us". They were going to get the death certificate for me when I finally made a noise. She kept me beside her at the nurses desk because she was afraid I would die.
/Horrible story sis.

Meatzilla:

How did the guy who is only a head survive? How did his blood circulate, or for that matter how did he get the oxygen? No digestive system at all. No, no, this story of yours doesn't add up at all.

SDRR
More like government employees making simple things take 10x as long as they should so they can appear to be doing something of value, and working hard!

Which exactly the reason why we need to bring the guillotine back.

Meatzilla: Three guys enter the swimming competition at the Handicap Olympics. The first guy has no arms. The second guy has no legs and the third guy has no body, just a head. They all get lined up, the whistle blows and *splash* they're all in the pool.

The guy with no arms takes the lead right away but the guy with no legs is closing fast. The head of course sank straight to the bottom of the pool. Four lengths later and the guy with no legs wins the competition finishing first. But as he prepares to leave the pool he can still see bubbles coming from the bottom of the pool in the head's lane, so he quickly dives down to rescue the head.

He picks up the head, swims back up to the surface and places the head at the side of the pool, whereupon the head begins coughing and spluttering.

Eventually the head catches his breath and shouts: "Fark! Three years I spent learning to swim with my ears! Practicing every damn day! Then the day finally comes that I'm good enough for the race and two seconds before the whistle blows, some arsehole puts a swimming cap on me!"

How could the guy who's just a head speak or breathe? He wouldn't have any lungs. That's a terrible story, and I suspect it's not true.

welcome to socialism, sheeple.

the_colonel: Maybe the temporary condition considered by the council wasn't the lack of legs but the possession of life. The guy is old, nearly blInd, has kidney problems, and is severely diabetic. It may have gone like this: "I move we stall him. Shame to waste money on a power chair when he's going to croak soon." "Seconded."

death panel!

hartigan: First line of the article: "A man from Nyköping in eastern Sweden"

Enough about "Is our children learning"

Having my own permanent disability, dating back ten years under the existing perfectly-fine-nothing-to-see-here health care system, I'm reminded it's the insurance companies that are the problem. My issue is the loss of something that will never come back yet the disability insurance company had me go to a doctor to verify that was the case every six months.

Yes, they were being douche nozzles, but the condition they weren't sure was permanent was him being unable to walk. He was in a prosthetics and rehab program where it was hoped he would regain some ability to walk and it was (of course) impossible to know in advance how well he'd do with it.

Still, yes, they were being douche nozzles. Fortunately, the man now has a chair because his wife raised hell with the media and everyone else and the chair company heard about it and got him one.

But it's like that already over here, too---the squeaky wheel gets the grease. My brother in law is only alive because when he had a heart attack, and the hospital tried to delay surgery for days because their regular cardiac surgeon was on vacation, it activated her psychobiatch trigger and she raised hell until they transferred him and got him in an OR. Which turned out to be life-saving.

Bean-counters are bastards. But somebody has to be. The sad truth is the only way we humans get halfway to justice and decency sometimes is by screaming at each other until we reach a bad approximation of common sense.

The good news is that we humans have free will and the independence to run things for ourselves and go to hell in our own way without some all-perfect Nanny running things for us and making us all do what's good for us all the time.

The bad news is that we're imperfect and fark things up by the numbers, including running things ourselves.

The bean counters were douches; the wife was awesome; the guy got his chair.

Give that woman a sammich and a beer. And a coupon for a new pair of shoes.

er....brother-in-law story -- it activated my sister's psychobiatch streak when they tried to delay his urgently needed cardiac surgery for days just for their convenience.