Saturday, October 25, 2014

One More Time

I'm going to say this one more time (although,  unfortunately, probably not for the last time) - why do some people treat me as though they think I'm a brainless twit when it is quite obvious that it is they who are without brains or common sense?!

To whom am I referring this time? I'm speaking of one of the pharmacists at Shoppers Drug Mart. Dobrila and I went there to pick up the prescription that the doctor at the hospital had given me for the pain in my esophagus. I had never seen this pharmacist before, and right away she got my back up because she kept talking to Dobrila and not to me. Dobrila told the woman repeatedly not to speak to her but to talk to me directly. She kind of understood, but not really. She kept saying things to Dobrila like, "maybe you should read the instructions to her" and "she should have somebody with her to make sure she takes it."

Getting a prescription is like rolling the dice for me. I never know if I'm going to get someone who understands I am a human being with a mind of my own or a shmuck who humiliates me. It is the same way when I go to the hospital. Some doctors and nurses get me and some don't.

I just don't get it! I know I have said this in other posts, but I just don't get it! Sure, the general public might not be exposed to somebody like me so I have a bit of understanding for them, but for nurses and doctors and pharmacists who see and interact wide variety of people everyday (including people with disabilities) how can they treat me in such a disrespectful way?

Somebody please explain it to me.

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