I had a dentist once just start drilling into additional teeth without my permission. Found out out afterward. I was not happy.
One of my fears of going to the dentist is they'll start drilling a tooth that hasn't been anaesthetised.
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One of my fears of going to the dentist is they'll start drilling a tooth that hasn't been anaesthetised.
Had my first tooth filling with no anesthetic, most pain I've ever experienced. Found out a few years later that the motherlover was just trying to save money by not giving kids any painkillers.
Really hope this thread doesn't turn into a private/public healthcare rant, looking at you Wilikon
Really hope this thread doesn't turn into a private/public healthcare rant, looking at you Wilikon
Tell us your story of being abused, persecuted, mistreated by health care workers or the health care system
(nazi wwII witch doctor crimes against humanity stories welcome)
(nazi wwII witch doctor crimes against humanity stories welcome)
what was your story regarding the healthcare system?
I went to the dentist once because I had a wisdom tooth that pressured the rest of my teeth, the lady sat me on the chair, gave anaesthetic, cut my gum and tried to grab the tooth, but after like 10 min decided she can't reach it and tried to poke it and stuff, drilled a hole in it to get better grip and it lasted for like 45 min while I was sitting there with my mouth full of blood. Finally the injection stopped working (she didn't notice) and I passed out so she said she can't work in such environment and stitched me without removing the tooth. Never had anything to do with public health care since then.
Last January, Hell's Angels's made their presence around me known. They revved their engines full throttle each time they passed the house. I mean over a hundred bikes in a single day, many of the same bikes looping around the area.
THEY KILLED BAMBI, GET HIGH NIGGA and KILLRS was spray painted on the fence behind the house.
I made this thread here, from which someone called the police and one showed up to the house. I explained to him that I had been posting ideology that conflicts with the philosophy of the government and organized cartels. I explained to him that they have been circling the house all day and I must not run from my destiny, that I would lay in the back yard for them to kill me. He was more concerned that I was going to commit suicide at first but he understood where I was coming from and shook hands then we made our ways.
I laid outside for them to kill me as a sacrifice that night, and while I could hear the same car loop for most of the night, they did not kill me. I now realize they were simply warning me, not actually committing.
Shortly later, my parents called the police on me for no more than a disagreement. The police said I must legally go to the critical evaluation center or they would arrest me the next day, which I don't think was true or legal.
I go to the evaluation center, unknowing of the potential, I disclose my situation with utmost honesty. I later find out I'm being sent to frye, three hours away from home.
I get to frye and explain my situation to the doctor, how I felt people wanted me dead for my anti-tyranny views. I explained to him that I have never used any pharmaceutical in my life and that I do not wish to because I believe in nature's remedies over drugs that kill over 150,000 each year. He seemed like he would respect this.
Third day there, I am getting ready to be dismissed as the doctor said I did not seem like a threat to myself or anyone and that I seemed quite normal and happy relative to most of his patients. I'm given my bags, all I had to do was sign some paper work and I was free. Directly before I was allowed to leave, they told me I must take some kind of anti-psychotic. I refused, for the doctor had already told me I was healthy enough to go, why did I need medicine?
I grab my blanket, wrap it around me and sit at a table, holding it towards myself. At least eight people come in, drag me across the room to the point me knees bled and held me down as they injected me with drugs against my will. I was shouting at them telling them what they're doing is evil, that they have no right to put chemicals in my body. A couple of the people stood back and could feel empathy for me. Some of them seemed to get off by what they were doing, grinning eagerly to stick me with a needle. They injected anti-psychotics into my arm, right when I think it's over they get another syringe and inject it into my bum. Why? I was not acting violent towards them, simply attempting to defend my own body from poisonous chemicals.
The second syringe was a high dose of geodone. This was the first moment in my life when I did not know what was going on. After everything was said and done, I got up walked towards the window and just started to cry. I couldn't believe human beings could treat each other that way, furthermore I couldn't believe such a practice could be done legally. My sense of reality was fading away, I could not think properly, I could not coherently express ideas, it was complete hell. The last thing I remember was sitting down in a chair and kicking my shoe at the window before losing consciousness. I have never passed out or blacked out in this sense before.
My doctor said he actually talked to me afterwards and due to my incoherent state I could not recall conversing any words with him.
I stayed for an extra ten days or so simply for refusing medicine, after the doctor said I was healthy enough to go.
I'll continue part II in a later post.
THEY KILLED BAMBI, GET HIGH NIGGA and KILLRS was spray painted on the fence behind the house.
I made this thread here, from which someone called the police and one showed up to the house. I explained to him that I had been posting ideology that conflicts with the philosophy of the government and organized cartels. I explained to him that they have been circling the house all day and I must not run from my destiny, that I would lay in the back yard for them to kill me. He was more concerned that I was going to commit suicide at first but he understood where I was coming from and shook hands then we made our ways.
I laid outside for them to kill me as a sacrifice that night, and while I could hear the same car loop for most of the night, they did not kill me. I now realize they were simply warning me, not actually committing.
Shortly later, my parents called the police on me for no more than a disagreement. The police said I must legally go to the critical evaluation center or they would arrest me the next day, which I don't think was true or legal.
I go to the evaluation center, unknowing of the potential, I disclose my situation with utmost honesty. I later find out I'm being sent to frye, three hours away from home.
I get to frye and explain my situation to the doctor, how I felt people wanted me dead for my anti-tyranny views. I explained to him that I have never used any pharmaceutical in my life and that I do not wish to because I believe in nature's remedies over drugs that kill over 150,000 each year. He seemed like he would respect this.
Third day there, I am getting ready to be dismissed as the doctor said I did not seem like a threat to myself or anyone and that I seemed quite normal and happy relative to most of his patients. I'm given my bags, all I had to do was sign some paper work and I was free. Directly before I was allowed to leave, they told me I must take some kind of anti-psychotic. I refused, for the doctor had already told me I was healthy enough to go, why did I need medicine?
I grab my blanket, wrap it around me and sit at a table, holding it towards myself. At least eight people come in, drag me across the room to the point me knees bled and held me down as they injected me with drugs against my will. I was shouting at them telling them what they're doing is evil, that they have no right to put chemicals in my body. A couple of the people stood back and could feel empathy for me. Some of them seemed to get off by what they were doing, grinning eagerly to stick me with a needle. They injected anti-psychotics into my arm, right when I think it's over they get another syringe and inject it into my bum. Why? I was not acting violent towards them, simply attempting to defend my own body from poisonous chemicals.
The second syringe was a high dose of geodone. This was the first moment in my life when I did not know what was going on. After everything was said and done, I got up walked towards the window and just started to cry. I couldn't believe human beings could treat each other that way, furthermore I couldn't believe such a practice could be done legally. My sense of reality was fading away, I could not think properly, I could not coherently express ideas, it was complete hell. The last thing I remember was sitting down in a chair and kicking my shoe at the window before losing consciousness. I have never passed out or blacked out in this sense before.
My doctor said he actually talked to me afterwards and due to my incoherent state I could not recall conversing any words with him.
I stayed for an extra ten days or so simply for refusing medicine, after the doctor said I was healthy enough to go.
I'll continue part II in a later post.
When I was younger, my dentist gave me the prostate exam portion of the cleaning BEFORE working on my teeth.
I had a dentist once just start drilling into additional teeth without my permission. Found out out afterward. I was not happy.
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