I’d have a lot to say, but I don’t want to waste your time. I drove to the ER (lmao) yesterday at night because I was struggling to breathe, my nostrils were completely blocked. I’m taking antibiotics, but I was having these breathing spasms, terrified because I was sleepless and convinced I was going to suffocate.
In Italy, just like in the rest of Europe, the ER is free, but its mostly mumbai level of shit inside. After triage, I waited hours before being called. They ran some tests and a chest xray, and they also scheduled me for an ENT exam. For that I waited another 6 hours, total of 11 hours spent among all the sick people.
I went to see this aberrant fat menopause foidress in the clinic, and saying they treated me like crap is an understatement. “So you want me to believe u really needed this? Do you know someone here inside, do you have family here? Oh wait, no, the doctor must have felt sorry for you. This is a banality, u came here because of swollen turbinates from a completely normal cold, and you decided to breathe the air of lepers and cancer patients for all these hours. For me this is just a consultation, because you shouldn’t have come here at all. Idk this could’ve happen cause u might take coke or something, but Im just saying. I’ll write you the medication, but you’re paying for it yourself. Goodbye.” English greatly attenuates the malice of her, but I assure you I felt like a piece of shit immigrant in my own country.
Most of the other things she told me I’ve blocked out out of sheer embarrassment. The ER is part of the national healthcare system, and even if I could have stayed home, I have no way of assessing the severity of my own condition, I genuinely thought I was going to suffocate to death. And anyway, I pay taxes. A lot. And I think my contribution should cover at least one damn hospital checkup. All of this also because, obviously, I’m unbearable to look at, and people don’t even think it’s worth their time to treat me.
As an Incel, you are not allowed to make mistakes, not even for ingenuity and health concern. I will kill myself before having to die in a hospital bed.
I hate this class of useless lobotomized intellectuals, probably bothered her that I was there because usually the bitch gets paid. I felt like garbage and ended up sleeping the whole day.
It’s truly over.
In Italy, just like in the rest of Europe, the ER is free, but its mostly mumbai level of shit inside. After triage, I waited hours before being called. They ran some tests and a chest xray, and they also scheduled me for an ENT exam. For that I waited another 6 hours, total of 11 hours spent among all the sick people.
I went to see this aberrant fat menopause foidress in the clinic, and saying they treated me like crap is an understatement. “So you want me to believe u really needed this? Do you know someone here inside, do you have family here? Oh wait, no, the doctor must have felt sorry for you. This is a banality, u came here because of swollen turbinates from a completely normal cold, and you decided to breathe the air of lepers and cancer patients for all these hours. For me this is just a consultation, because you shouldn’t have come here at all. Idk this could’ve happen cause u might take coke or something, but Im just saying. I’ll write you the medication, but you’re paying for it yourself. Goodbye.” English greatly attenuates the malice of her, but I assure you I felt like a piece of shit immigrant in my own country.
Most of the other things she told me I’ve blocked out out of sheer embarrassment. The ER is part of the national healthcare system, and even if I could have stayed home, I have no way of assessing the severity of my own condition, I genuinely thought I was going to suffocate to death. And anyway, I pay taxes. A lot. And I think my contribution should cover at least one damn hospital checkup. All of this also because, obviously, I’m unbearable to look at, and people don’t even think it’s worth their time to treat me.
As an Incel, you are not allowed to make mistakes, not even for ingenuity and health concern. I will kill myself before having to die in a hospital bed.
I hate this class of useless lobotomized intellectuals, probably bothered her that I was there because usually the bitch gets paid. I felt like garbage and ended up sleeping the whole day.
It’s truly over.
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