Everyone is already painfully aware of my painful circumstance.
All I have been trying to do is put out the fire in my stomach. Nothing seems to be working. I might get an hour or two of respite, but that's it.
I am headed to Doctor Primary in the morning. I will not be denied an answer, another option.
In the meantime, I had to go for my independent observation by a psychiatrist for my disability application.
So there I go.
To Daktir Oknahd.
(Please note that this is my blog, and I reserve the right to be stereotypical or offensive. If you don't like it, go the hell away.)
So Daktir Oknahd says to me: "Aaaaah... You ha brane inyuree?"
GIRL WITH FIRE IN HER GUT: "No. I do not have brain injury."
Daktir Oknahd: "Aaaahh.....No?"
GIRL WITH FIRE IN HER GUT: "No. I have Crohn's Disease."
Daktir Oknahd: "Aaaahh......ehhhhh????? You ha brane inyuree?"
GIRL WITH FIRE IN HER GUT ABOUT TO PUMMEL HER FISTS INTO THE FACE OF DAKTIR OKNAHD: "Hello? I have Crohn's Disease. Intestines? Inflammatory Bowel Disease? Hello? Are you a doctor? Or did you just stay at the Islamabad Holiday Inn Express last night?"
Daktir Oknahd: "Aaaahh......" (and then she wrote down the following)
brain injury? corns disease?
We proceeded with this "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.....ehhhh????" nonsense for 15 minutes or so.
She asked me if I ever wanted to harm anyone. I lied. Since yes, I wanted to harm HER....but I told her No.
She asked me if I ever wanted to hurt myself. I told her of course not, I just wanted to feel BETTER. Why would I want to hurt MORE?
She insisted that she had to ask these questions of everyone, that she was only doing her job.
When I told her about my condition, my surgeries, my treatments, she had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.
When I said I was on a medication that HAD TO BE INFUSED....she made me write the words down.
I pointed to my veins in my arm, and said, "Hello???? I....V....?????"
Daktir Oknahd said, "I....V.....M.....?"
I don't think this "MD" had ever heard of Crohn's Disease.
Since people in Dubai don't get it. Duh.
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this a bad television episode?