More Abuse from Russia (Or How Russia Deals with Medical Problems)

Dear Friends,
Plusha has been fucked in the ass by Mother Russia. Again.

As some of you may or may not know, your humble friend and writer has been taking a certain medicine for certain issues that may or may not be connected with high blood pressure, for close to two years now.

Anyway, with eyes wide open, and fully knowing that I have this need for a certain medication and the "high blood pressure" problem, I decided to go ahead and move to this dysfunctional mecca of barbaric berserkers anyway. For some reason that I can't quite remember now, I thought it might actually help. Holy shit did it ever not!

But being here, did present me with a whole new problem. How to get my hands on the precious functionality inducing medication? Yeah, try coming from the States where you have medical insurance and nice doctors that always give you your medication, to a country where first they insult you by calling your medication "weak" and telling you to just go and drink some chamomile tea if you're going to be taking such weak doses of such a pussy medicine, then suggesting that you instead get to know a little thing called "valium", and on top of this, completely making it impossible, through a number of different devices that seem to have been invented specifically for the torture of people with "hypertension", to actually get your hands on your medication.

But when I first got here, after many trials and tribulations, we did manage to score me about a month and a half's worth supply of the good stuff. (I love you American medicine. Sniffle sniffle).

So, last week I went to see the doctor that had originally given me my medicine here. This man said that he forgot his prescription pad at home and would get me the prescription next week. So that would be this week. Which also, just happens to be the week that my supply runs out. And today, just as I was on my way to get the script from him, I learned that my medicine, the one that I need, IS NOT LEFT ANYWHERE IN THIS CITY. They haven't had any in 3 weeks. They've run out, and they don't know when they'll get more. Welcome back to the U.S.S.R!!! Not one pharmacy in this city has it. So that's that.

My medication, by the way, is a bit harsh, and under no circumstances should a person stop taking it abruptly. The side affects of the withdrawal are quite unpleasant. Thanks Russia. Thanks a lot.

Now, a little about my doctor. He's like a mix between the absent minded professor, and some sort of esoteric pagan witch doctor. Not to mention the fact that he looks like an emaciated Santa Clause. Also, the man was actively avoiding me all of last week because he didn't want to give me a script due to his belief that it would be more fun for everyone if I tried a bunch of different meds because the more the merrier. And I'm the crazy one. Whatever!

So as you can imagine, he was positively giddy when I walked into the reanimation ward this evening and informed him of the fact that things weren't going well for me because this city has run out of my drugs. He thinks it's just fucking great. Because now, he can experiment on me, as if I'm his personal lab bunny, with all the other drugs he's been itching to try out on some dumb anxious bastard. Apparently, he'd also like to run some rather unpleasant tests on me. Now when I say "like to run", I mean he insists on running tests on me that I've already had done back in the U.S and don't ever want to go through again. Fuck! I'm at the mercy of a kindly grandpa type that wants to turn me into a lab rat.

The only prescription that this man was willing to write out for me was for a medication that is not approved in the U.S. Hm, maybe there's a reason for this. Like, oh, I don't know, it's not safe? It's only redeeming quality seems to be that it's not habit forming. Whatever. It also doesn't have any of of the "good" side affects.
On the other hand, apparently it's huge in Japan. I kind of have to believe that if it's good enough for the Japanese, then it's good enough for me. So maybe it won't be so bad.

Tomorrow, I'm going to try this new medication and pray that it works for my "hypertension." I don't exactly have a choice in the matter.

In conclusion, my dear friends, please keep your fingers crossed for me, because I don't think that I can take any more unwarranted anal rape from this country.

Ok, I'm not really crying in this picture. I'm totally faking for dramatic affect. But I should be crying after all the bullshit that this so-called "civilized" country has put me through.
Oh, and that picture on top, is an actual picture that I took of the place where my doctor insists on meeting me for "treatment". It's the unhappiest place in the world. Just read what it says on the door.
And that other picture is of my foot, sporting the retarded plastic shoe covers that they make you wear in the hospitals here. It's not for hygienic purposes. It's so that they can wash their floors less often.