Victims of doctors - I was 21 years old, I worked in the north. Accordingly, when you sit there for a month surrounded by only men, there is no sex, nothing.

(c) Ptuch
(i) Ice'Di Griz/Triumph 

  
              
      



.Prostatitis.



    I was 21 years old and worked in the north. Accordingly, when
you sit there for a month, surrounded by only men, there is no sex,
nothing.  I come to the continent, and on the second day I study
sex with some unfamiliar girl. After some time
I'm starting to see some not very good signs. Well, that's it, I got it! guy
I was wealthy at that time, I decided to go to a paid place and
cure everything quickly.  I come, they say to me: “Well, brother,
you have gonorrhea." They prescribed injections... this medicine just made me sick
shook.  After the third injection I thought what to do more of this
I don't want to. I come again, a different doctor. I looked at my tests:
"Why are you being treated for gonorrhea? You have prostatitis. Let's do it again
get tested."  How do they get tested for prostatitis, I think many
know.  . The doctor is dressing
fingertip, lathers it with soap and sticks it in my ass.
When the prostate gland is inflamed, the pain is wild. I'm climbing on
wall, sweat, tears. He stands, digs and says with a smile: “No
I can understand how men do this?!..” Gives pills: drink,
you'll be healthy soon.  The tablets were branded and cost a bit
incredible money, drank it for a month.Naturally, alcohol and sex
it is impossible.  After some time the same thing happens again. What the hell?
I'm already visiting my third doctor. He says: "Damn, what are they doing with you?
did you do it?  With these pills you brought down the acute form, and then you
absolutely terrible.   Let's do the procedures."  Procedures
consisted of putting a pipe with
ultraviolet rays.  Every time I came to this
office, I didn’t feel very comfortable because I had
then long hair, earrings, and an elderly nurse
looked at me suspiciously.  - .  I no longer knew what to do. With one
on the one hand, it was necessary to be treated, on the other hand, it was inconvenient for everyone
just come and make a guilty face. This went on for 10 days
and I left again under the gaze of the elderly
nurses...



.Eyes.



    When I was 5 years old, my parents took me to the nursery
eye doctor.   He said that I have progressive
Myopia and I can only watch TV for 30 minutes. in
week.   My parents were terribly scared and forbade me to watch it.
TV even 30 min. per month. All the children are in kindergarten, then in
school, they spoke to me incompletely foreign language: about
some cartoon series, characters from TV films. I didn't understand
my peers, because I didn’t see any of this. So I
grew, grew, grew, somewhere in the 6th grade for examination
It turned out that I have perfect vision, no myopia - neither
progressing, nor beginner. I was allowed to watch TV.
I didn't watch it because I didn't have one
habits...



.Teeth.



    I had bad teeth.  Friends say: "There is a good
dentist, cheap, 40 hryvnia in total." Scary, nightmare, persuaded, for
the hand was removed.  He came: kind auntie, warm hands, looked:
“Everything will be fine. -What will you do? -Don’t worry.” - already
prepares syringes. They stabbed me, I’m sitting, my head is numb, like now
actually. Let's put some instruments in our mouths and pull.
I endure. Something was pulled out, then another, I understand that, apparently, a tooth
pulled out completely, piece by piece. They tore it out, I’m sitting covered in blood, but not
it hurts because my head is numb. "I'll give you a rag now
I'll put a piece of gauze with medicine. Don't touch it, it's all there
It will pass, it will heal, just don’t touch it under any circumstances! -Of course
I won’t, the boy is an adult, responsible.” They let me go, I came
home, I’m sitting, there’s a rag in my tooth, there’s no tooth. In the evening I think - yes
it's time, I ate on the left side, because on the right -cloth
I need to go to bed - there is a rag in my mouth, what should I do? Doctors
They told me not to touch it, I’m an adult boy, I won’t pick it,
I haven’t picked the sores for five years now; I picked them when I was a child. I wake up with
In the morning - a rag, I don’t touch it, the doctor didn’t tell me to. Ate again
on the left side, I don’t touch the cloth. The next day, third
I was already worried: how long will I eat on the left side?!! But
The doctors didn’t tell me to touch it, so it’s not allowed. On the fourth day
I think: something is wrong, medicine has failed.  Pulled for
a rag - it doesn't work. Not only does it interfere with eating, but when the mouth
When you open it, it comes out and a piece of gauze sticks straight out of your mouth.
Impossible: no talking to girls, nothing at all, smoking
uncomfortable. I started to pull and it didn’t budge. By the end of the fifth day very
became very worried, actually fell into global pessimism
vital.   He started to pull hard - it hurt.  Friends came
they said that I was an asshole, that I should have taken it out right away in the evening, and
everything would be fine, but now it has grown in. Go to the doctor again
no money, no strength. I went to the bathroom, gathered my will into a fist, and pulled
It didn't work out, there was blood. I realized that I was going in the right direction,
we need to approach the issue even more radically. I gathered my will again
into a fist, with all his strength, went to the bathroom, pulled with all his might, all in
blood.  He tore out a rag - it was big, about 10 centimeters, there was blood on the gums,
broke up. In 2 dayshealed...



.Venereologist.



    I come to the doctor to do all the tests after treatment for
leading a chaotic lifestyle. At some point, Dr.
says: “Take off your pants, turn sideways and press your legs to your chest.
-What will you do? And he is already putting on a rubber glove,
lubricates fingers.  "What will you do?! -Now, now, not
worry.  -Can we do without this?  - No, you know how
do they tell girls?   If rape is inevitable, it's better
relax and enjoy..."



.Butt.



    Everyone knows how gangsters treat their asses. This
almost the most holy place, God forbid even someone
to let one in is considered the most terrible thing.  One of these
a person suffered from prostatitis, and in a severe form. Money,
Naturally, a lot, I went to paid doctors.  In one very
spends money on an expensive clinic. The doctor says: "Take off
pants, bend over." He does all this, the doctor climbs to him
in the ass... The guy jumps up screaming and starts beating
doctor, puts a gun to his head, he is dragged away by the whole
brigade. This is how he walks and still suffers...



.Gynecologist.



    One very shy girl fromI was afraid of a good family
go to the gynecologist.  "It's terrible, some man will inspect,
climb with your hands there..." All the friends persuaded for a long time: "Well, let's go,
all sorts of diseases, there is nothing terrible in it, sooner or later it will
will have to do."  For two years they persuaded, lured with various
things, she finally made up her mind. With the orchestra, her friends took her to
clinic, to some very good gynecologist, everything
Well thought out. "Come in, please undress." Only
She sat down in a chair, he opens the door: “Guys, come in!” And
a crowd of students runs in...



.Appendicitis.



    One adult uncle I knew died. He didn't die because
fell ill with some serious illness. His side hurts, doctors
They arrived and said: appendicitis.  He was taken to the hospital
appendicitis nothing, didn’t burst, just cut out, sewed up, that’s all
ok, they sent me home.  And then he died. When did they do it?
autopsy, it turned out that he did not have appendicitis... This is
real victim...



.Hand.



    I cut my hand and it got infected.  The hand became covered
some nasty things, I was terribly scared, of course.  Fingers
They began to get fat one by one, then the arm became almost numb. I
I ran to the skin clinic. The doctor looked: “Well, it’s nothing,
you only onhand." And he explained to me where this still happens, on
different places.  He gave me tar ointment: “Come, pour it on
hand, everything will be fine." And on the hand there was already one big
wound.  Mom looked suspiciously at this ointment: “Are you sure
what should I do? -The doctor said. -OK then. Give me your hand, but
I'm afraid it will sting a little." At the count of three, my mother poured this for me.
on my hand, at the same moment I fainted, woke up minutes
ten years later it turned out it was a painful shock. I realized that
health needs money, I went to a good doctor who said:
“Of course you had a painful shock. Pour this on an open wound
strong liquid.  Under no circumstances should this be done."
They prescribed a bunch of procedures, and the arm went away.  But the aftertaste is unpleasant
stayed.



.Ringworm.



    In my youth, I went to a pioneer camp as
pioneer leader.  I have always loved animals very much, but now meat is not
I eat.  Then, for purely Greenpeace reasons, I allowed my
pioneers tinker with different little animals, to the point that we
the whole team in the ward delivered a cat. Summer has passed, I
returned home.  I change clothes, my mother reproachfully: “I told you so.”
you, wear underwear.  There's a red spot on your back, I rubbed it,
probably. “I went to the shower, and let’s wash myself, I washed everything away. Through
day on my body8 such spots appeared. We came to the doctor
Diagnosis: ringworm. They wanted to put him in the hospital, but mom
became stubborn: “I won’t give up the child. He’ll end up with ringworm,
It will come out with something unknown."  I stayed at home for a month without washing,
so as not to increase the number of outbreaks of infection. Fortunately, shingles don't
spread over his head.  The whole month I walked around in a headscarf and,
Of course, I didn’t wash my hair. When ringworm, with water in general
can't touch. The hair under the scarf was matted, stuck together,
stuck together, changed structure and color. They treated me with something, then
everything's gone...



.Lastly.



    I am not responsible for the accuracy of this story. Alcoholics
got drunk and one of them fell head on the table. In the morning everyone else
they get up and begin to disperse, and this one lies down. Drinking buddies
decided to play a joke on him, and the jokes of alcoholics are very
specific.  One took a long nail and nailed his head to
table. Well, maybe he didn’t nail it, but just drove it into their heads, the nail went through
right through the brain. This guy wakes up, tries to get up
head, feels something is wrong, the head is a bit heavy. He goes to
to his sister, who works at the clinic. Opens the door
walks into her office, she immediately faints. Comes
he comes to his senses, calls an ambulance, and is taken to the hospital. Going to
consultation, everyone is discussing what's going ondo it because it's easy
Pulling a nail out of your head is somehow not respectable. It ends up
that they saw off the part that sticks out and smooth it out in these
leather places...