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| Current music: | Fear: I´m a doctor |
The Waitingroom
Maria was hospitalized last night.
As I write this I dont know whats wrong with her. Her stomach hurt and she was so much in pain she could not walk. I had to call the emergency number (our 112 is the same as 911 for you yanks) for the first time in my life and it was pretty fucking frustraiting. What they said was that it would be better if she could get to the hospital on her own. Finally there was an fucking ambulance at our place but I dont belive this fucking bullshit! It took me five minutes of staying on hold to get somebody on the line and they basicaly told us to go fuck ourselves! Like if theres somebody having an heartattack, do they still tell you to just get a car and ride to the hospital or if somebody is trying to kill you with an axe, do they tell you to report it personally to the nearest pig station?!?!
The funny thing was, they called me back later, when her mom called them and they were pissed off at me!!!
But never mind, the ambulance came and I spent four hours by her side, and during that time I saw only one doctor who only told me to fuck off and asked her to piss in a cup. The nurse asked me to go back in later on and I waited until Marias dad came and during that time they didnt even manage to get a fucking blood sample. It might might be an burst appendix, kidneystones and the ambulance guy even said she might be pregnant.. Gee, great.
I havent had much sleep. I am worried like hell and I have much less trust to the state of health care these days. And no, I dont blame the nurses, the doctors nor the ambulance drivers. The rich folks can ofcource afford to go to the private hospitals on a fucking limo if they want. But us poor folk dont even get decent service if we call the emergency line.
Maybe I should get a job working there. "Do a voodoo dance, you´ll be fine."
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