Fucking Russian healthcare
Last week I finally visited yet another orthopedist, because my left ankle joint continues to trouble me a lot.
The appointment was pretty quick and only took about 24 minutes. At least he was the first doctor to check the mobility of my joints. He briefly reviewed my MRI report, said, "Well, it's all pretty weird," and then proceeded to tell me what to do and what medications to buy. I was pretty disappointed because I had a list of about 15 blood tests I wanted to ask him about and he just said it wasn't necessary. Symptomatic fucking medicine. I paid 3200 rubles ($35) for the visit.
About a week ago I almost raped my right eye. In the evening, around 9pm I had such a terrible itch that I started scratching the eye through the eyelid, the itch didn't go away, I felt desperate, so went to the nearest drugstore and bought some eye drops called Efralia ("Эфралия") - 100 g of the preparation contains: Euphrasia officinalis D3 1.0 g, Calendula officinalis D3 0.25 g, Magnesia carbonica C5 0.25 g. It somehow helped, but to this day if I spend more than a few hours looking at any monitor, be it my desktop monitor or my laptop's, my right eye starts to hurt a lot. Damn.
Daria is going to Turkey for ten days starting October 9th. I've checked the airfares and hotels for that period and I'm quite disappointed: the prices have become horrible. A year ago I paid 7000 ($75) rubles to fly to Alanya, this year it costs at the very least 24000 rubles ($260). What the fuck is going on?
I've been thinking about Maria almost every day before I go to sleep for the last six days or so. I miss her like crazy. I've had panic attacks and I wanted to send her a message asking her to record her own voice and send it to me. I cannot understand how she does not miss me at all. I realized that she was happy with me on several occasions, but given my depression, I just couldn't be the one she wanted/needed. She wanted a happy guy who took care of himself, dressed well, and I just didn't care how I looked at all. I still want her back like crazy.
I got truly desperate when I went to bed yesterday. I was exhausted from all the pain: my cervical spine, left ankle joint, lower back and then it was my stomach. I again started thinking about dying.
The appointment was pretty quick and only took about 24 minutes. At least he was the first doctor to check the mobility of my joints. He briefly reviewed my MRI report, said, "Well, it's all pretty weird," and then proceeded to tell me what to do and what medications to buy. I was pretty disappointed because I had a list of about 15 blood tests I wanted to ask him about and he just said it wasn't necessary. Symptomatic fucking medicine. I paid 3200 rubles ($35) for the visit.
About a week ago I almost raped my right eye. In the evening, around 9pm I had such a terrible itch that I started scratching the eye through the eyelid, the itch didn't go away, I felt desperate, so went to the nearest drugstore and bought some eye drops called Efralia ("Эфралия") - 100 g of the preparation contains: Euphrasia officinalis D3 1.0 g, Calendula officinalis D3 0.25 g, Magnesia carbonica C5 0.25 g. It somehow helped, but to this day if I spend more than a few hours looking at any monitor, be it my desktop monitor or my laptop's, my right eye starts to hurt a lot. Damn.
Daria is going to Turkey for ten days starting October 9th. I've checked the airfares and hotels for that period and I'm quite disappointed: the prices have become horrible. A year ago I paid 7000 ($75) rubles to fly to Alanya, this year it costs at the very least 24000 rubles ($260). What the fuck is going on?
I've been thinking about Maria almost every day before I go to sleep for the last six days or so. I miss her like crazy. I've had panic attacks and I wanted to send her a message asking her to record her own voice and send it to me. I cannot understand how she does not miss me at all. I realized that she was happy with me on several occasions, but given my depression, I just couldn't be the one she wanted/needed. She wanted a happy guy who took care of himself, dressed well, and I just didn't care how I looked at all. I still want her back like crazy.
I got truly desperate when I went to bed yesterday. I was exhausted from all the pain: my cervical spine, left ankle joint, lower back and then it was my stomach. I again started thinking about dying.