Sunday, July 21, 2019

Conversations about Opiate-verskrikte physicians, Discovery and doctors of colour

Dr January, (Doctor that Discovery fucked over and refused to pay for my appointments and scripts and made me go to their "white" doctor they chose for me- came to my rescue last night. The class action against racism (they only did that to 500 doctors of colour) is ongoing. My "white" doctor who I have been seeing for 18 months did not even know that I did not suffer from High Blood Pressure after treating me for bronchitis - then my BP went through the roof. He blamed the opiates for the High Blood Pressure and on a home visit he found that my chest was better but that I did have a very High Blood Pressure. Every single time I see him he tells me that I should not be on pain killers and that he would be happy to arrange a detox at a mental facility for me. He just does not understand the quality of my life. He asked me if I was taking my blood pressure pills and I told him that I had never been on BP meds because the BP is normally low. After 18 months he did not even know that!!!! I had spoken to and seen him every single day for a week and at no time did he bother to prescribe adequate medication. The medication for BP he prescribed caused diarrhea and did nothing for my BP. One visit from Dr January on Saturday night who prescribed two medications and pethidine, today my BP today is normal. These opiate-verskrikte doctors who are afraid of one becoming addicted get on my -used to be tits. Who the fuck cares about addiction when the quality of one's life is so bad.  But doctors are happy to give me as much morphine as I like - I can't take morphine because it makes me hallucinate.   I am going to tell this new specialist who knows nothing about my condition exactly how I have managed to stay alive and if she is an opiate verskrikte physician, I will find someone who understands me - even if I have to leave Discovery, pay Dr January myself and get my medications from a state hospital. As it is, my premiums to Discovery are R5 500.00 per month and R3000.00 on medications they won't pay for.   That is one moer of a lot of money to pay for a non-service where Discovery will only pay for medications that already exist in state hospitals.   Definitely profit before people. 
My friend Ursula Candasamy said: 
  • Ursula Candasamy Yes lady Di... I have the same fckn problem... I never have high BP... But once I drank 1 tramadol capsule ... and it was too strong for me as I wanted to climb the walls.... My tongue was so thick, I could not talk... I tried to sleep but got heart parpatations.... So hubby took me to the doctor... He reckoned that there was nothing they could do and that my BP was high... I told him my BP has never ever been high, so why does he think it is high now.... He said well its high now, maybe cause of stress... Fck... I never stress.... He wanted to give me medication to bring BP down... I said no thank you.... R300 Later and he really could do 4kol for me... Next day I detoxed my body with green tea and cucumber water and I got better... These days when I go to hospital for my chemo, they keep on telling me, WOW, your blood is beautiful.... You know what.... I have so many different opinions to some of these doctors and I have just decided to follow my own intuition and feeling so much better.... I won't even tell them what the fuck I am doing to make me feel so damn healthy... They can go and screw themselves lol.... I laugh when they tell me... WOW Mrs Candasamy, you look great.... The medication must be working... If only they knew their medication went down my fckn toilet 😂😂😂😂
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Friday, July 5, 2019

What I have in Common with Ken Saro-Wiwa


My life was busy, happy and I felt contentment most of the time when I was not mad at the system which was letting others down – or if I saw or heard something that was unjust – I could not help it, I had to do something about it.
Then suddenly, like a thief in the dark, illness grabbed hold of me and refused to let go.  My acute illness turned to chronic illness and then included the gut-wrenching words “life-threatening, and ‘prognosis’.
No longer could I jump into my car and hair around bends to get to the abused or violated person…no longer could I jump onto the phone and call my connections around the world…no longer could I physically go into a shebeen and physically pull a child away from five men who were attempting to rape her…no longer could I actually, do what I felt I was put on earth to do.
How could I still have my life with so much of it taken away – I grieved for over a year for that which I could no longer do.  And then I decided, just one morning when I woke up, that I would continue to do what I have always done, but I would do it via the internet.  I could still make a difference from my bed.   I realized that if I did not do what I was put here to do, I would be turning my back on myself, literally snapping my spine and rendering me paralysed in every sense of the word.
Ken Wiwa, the son of Ken Saro-Wiwa, a human rights activist who was executed in November 1995 in Nigeria, asks in his book "In the Shadow of a Saint", "What is it that compels a man to risk everything - his life, his family, the lives of people around him - to make a stand for human rights?"
I am trying to answer this question. It is not religion. It is a deep horror of injustice that drives me to do something about it.　 It is also a feeling of being the only one to really see the pain and abuse, the feeling that not enough people are prepared to do something or to take action...this is what drives me to take more and more risks.　 It is a feeling of not having enough time and of a job that is too large to complete.　It is a feeling of living in the moment because tomorrow will be too late.　 It is a feeling of every life is precious and if nothing is done about the other out there, then nothing will be done about those around me.　 It is a feeling of "if I look out for those, then these of mine will be OK".　 It is a deep resentment of the abuse of others.　 It is a loathing of unkind and uncompassionate behaviour.　 It is the contempt for those who sit by and do nothing, knowing that while they look on they are as much to blame as the abuser and the oppressor.　 It is a feeling of frustration that pushes me to the limits of my endurance. It is an all-consuming love of the people, of those who need protection the most.
I was born with an aversion to injustice – it is in my DNA and I can do nothing about it.  It is who I am, sick or not.