May 6, 2000
I've been sick this past week.Pity me.
I sat around my house, feeling my frontal lobe detach itself
and try to work its way out of my cranium...
Fever so high, I was frying breakfast on my stomach.
I was a flailing, babbling infant.
We went to the doctor.. and here's where the fun starts because
I'll tell you a thing or two I've learned about our
Western medical institution: It doesn't know jack about helping anybody
when it comes down to basic things.
Someday, (if you make it that far,) you will be old.
You will be helpless.
You will be unable to eat and clean yourself without the help
of another human being...And that's going to take some real trust.
..I bet you can't even fart around your boyfriend or burp around your girlfriend...
Imagine having to ask someone to wipe your adult ass or spoon feed you.
That's some scary shit.
In America, where we treat healthcare like something you order off a fast food menu
As if illnesses were ATM pin #'s that could pop out prescriptions...
Doctors have been trained to be as sterile and dismissive and unhuman as they can be to get you the hell out of their office as soon as possible.
Have you ever eaten in a restaurant for a little too long with some friends and the waitress is throwing y'all some dirty looks under that greasy hairnet? Well, doctors are the same way, they just carry cooler forks and straws and shit in their aprons... and get paid more...
(Unless you've got an HMO)
The point is, doctors don't treat people. They treat illnesses.
Eastern medicine takes a more wholistic approach, prescribing teas and baths and activities to boost comfort and strength... not just more antibiotics from old White Coat.
When a person feels sick, at least 50% of that has to be psychological... I mean You Feel Like Shit; You feel ugly, helpless, incapable... and doctors should be taking those aspects of the illness as seriously as they take things like... consistancy of snot... or something.
I had to go to the hospital to have blood tests done, because I'm a REAL sick-o. And, although the slow-witted nurse couldn't have known off the bat that I'm more terrified of having one sharp needle Rammed Into My Skin than I am of being sodomized by a whole tribe of Ravenous Pygmies, she surely could've had the sense not to make jokes at six o'clock about how "Everything goes wrong at 6 o' clock around here," Or exclaim cheerily from another booth "Ooops!" after she got HIV on the needle she was about to shove into my body... or, whatever it was that happened.
Doctors just aren't considerate.
The thought that one day I will be too disabled to defend myself against inadequate health care professionals is just terrifying. Doctors are wrong ALL the TIME.... but what's worse is that they never tell you the complete truth, so you're always unsure.
It seems a shame that we live in a society where the people who are supposed to defend us, heal us, unite us, and represent us are people we not only mistrust, but outright resent: Police, Lawyers, Doctors, Politicians -- That which should better us instead holds us back.
I Say, Funk Dat.
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