Fucked Up Hospital Lit

Well I think the understanding that we are fucked is the point. But I think there is like superficial understanding just in your head and real understanding which comes from experience and suffering or a complete loss of something

>The retard violence of crackheads is to me less disgusting then the pathetic queens swole on babymama's commissary claiming "it's not gay if you're on top."

well i guess i didn't see that movie, i only have my own life experience to go on, not some shit a jewish fag in hollywood dreamed up

By far the worst is the hamburger lady, and because of shortage right now of 'qualified technicians', e.g. technicians who can work with her and keep their last meal down, Screwloose Lauritzen and I have been alternating nights with her, unrelievedly. If you put a 250-lb meatloaf in the oven and then burned it and then followed that by propping it up on a potty-chair to greet you at 11pm each night, you would have some description of these past two weeks. Which is to say the worst I seen since viet napalms. When somebody tells you that there is a level of pain beyond which the human mind cannot retain consciousness, please tell them to write me. In point of fact this lady has not slept more than 3-5 minutes at a stretch since she came to us - that was over two weeks ago and, thanks to medical advances, there is no end in sight; from the waist (waste?) up everything is burned off, ears, nose etc - lower half is untouched and that, I guess, is what keeps her alive. I took one guy in to help me change tubes and he did alright, that is alright till he came out, then he spotted one of the burn nurses (pleasant smiling zombies) eating a can of chile-mac at the desk, and that did it: he flashed on the carpet. It is fucking insane is what it is.

why are you asking pointless questions you stupid faggot?

There's a great section in W&P with a Napoleon era hospital. Very vivid

Asylum by William Seabrook

The Tiger by John Valliant

both excellent non-fiction books. Not really Veeky Forums I guess but worth a read

A Child Called "It" by Dave Pelzer isn't set in 1950 or anything, or deals with mentally ill eerie stuff, BUT it does deal with heavy stuff and it left me rather bummed for a few days. It's about the author's childhood and how out of his three other siblings his abusive mother decided to single him out and pretty much ended up beating/poisoning the poor guy until he was 16 or so. And since it started at the age of like 7 or so, he writes about how messed up it was when she was nice to him one day and then would throw him down the stairs the next. Or how his school was starting to notice something was wrong but his cowardly father didn't stand up for him, and being the 1970 (or so) the mom said everything was ok and everyone believed it.