So, in addition to the nearlessly endless list of things "wrong" with me due to an upbringing in a home which was dominated by a single parent who was a narcissistic, alcoholic, compulsive gambling, chain smoking machine built of pure cray-cray I now get to further tag myself as "orthoexic" for daring to insist that I be fed a HEALTHY vegan diet while hospitalized, as opposed to the other 873 patients who were too fucking stupid and lazy to make the connection between their triple bypass and their eight stents, and the almost daily trips to Burger King for lunch!
And while we're at it, hey! What the actual fuck, but let's slap the kid with ANOTHER ONE, or three, because he's got the wherewithal to recognize that his one and only planet is circling the drain, and would you believe we're all out of Extra Balls and 1-ups?
If there's also an official name for the syndrome whereby I wish to silently grin and reflect as I watch the motherfuckers who invented all the cool syndrome names die right along with me, then that's just lovely! I wanna wear that shit like a badge of honor.