I went to my doctor the other day to try to find a new treatment plan to get my Crohn’s disease under some type of manageable situation. They decided I needed to try this new medication and seeing as I see no other alternative, I said O.K.
We talked about how the new drug would be administered and the potential side effects. They gave me this nice little binder with all kinds of pertinent information for me to read at my leisure.

When I got home I got out the said binder to find out more about this new treatment. I started finding out how I was more at risk for all types side effects like multiple sclerosis, lymphoma, deadly infections…hell, I’d be surprised if I didn’t grow a third nipple. Wouldn’t that make Rico a happy man.
Upon more investigation into said binder, I discovered a card. And the discovery of this card makes me wonder what kind of moron gets paid to develop this kind of nonsense.

Because seriously, if I have to use the bathroom that bad…do you honestly think I am gonna have time to fish that thing out of my purse and have time for a person to read it?
Morons.







