New chapter from life of Dasha Tundra, the lady, living in a capital of “LPR”. This time it’s the story without end about health, doctors and comb-out of group of disability.

• I love you — I’m saying to my husband.
• And I love you more! — he answers.
• More than what? — I’m notable provocateur.
• More than to eat — ha claims without hesitation.

It’s the best compliment in my life that I’ve ever heard! The second leading compliment I’ve got a few years ago from those, brought Hippocratic Oath. The group of dry and vapid people (forbid me something to have such exhibits in my company) in white coats long studied look at me, on my X-fotos and a map with a list of diagnoses, afterwards one of them (it was female, but whatever) said:

• You look too good for disabled.

You (with respect “you are”). Look good. Pleasantly

It was in Luhansk on the comb-out of my group of disability. Incurable diseases and metal constructions in legs and hands, you know, demand regular confirmation that they on a place and haven’t gone away. For example, they weren’t kidnapped by aliens with aim to study our planet with followed conquest of it. The vigilance of this system commands respect.

So, the time passed after the moment when people in white coats payed to me such a flattering compliment and that bestowed me with prolongation of group of disability and now I must once again prove that I didn’t drink away metal constructions on which my bones are hold on. The evidences were needed still in September of last 2014 year. In order to me to have a right to get pension, I might continued it to that moment. I was in Kyiv at that time and after my struggling with capital system of medical bureaucracy, which send me from one hospital to another, I got away to prove my disability in Luhansk.

I was assured that there won’t be any problems with confirmation of my group. You only need to overcome dozen of doctors, including dismissed oculist and to pass all tests known to science. I dedicated to this event all autumn and part of winter. I went into the hospital like it was my job, I sat in queue, abound with rage grannies, I told my medical biography so a lot of times that is terrible to explain. I drove my excrements through the hall city in different laboratories, because hospital, where I must pass the analysis, didn’t accept them. I asked persistently one more time my doctor — “I will really get the Ukrainian pension, if I pass all doctors in “LPR?” The diapason of answers was from the initial — “Of course, what a silly questions!” to the last crumpled — “Well, you can try…”

To try! Do you understand? You can try, answered me a doctor, after my coming through 9 circles of medical Tartarus during three months. But I still can’t get to dismissed oculist.

Ignoring everything and everyone I went from Luhansk to Kyiv, so to speak — from one capital into another. My restless nature didn’t make conclusions, stepping on rakes.

I went to hospital, where I was expelled with disgrace in emptiness, because I didn’t have the reference of IDPs. I humbly tried to fight for my rights, referring on my Ukrainian passport, which makes me sort of citizen of native country, where if you have some “bo-bo” you have a right for a doctor. It didn’t work.I went to Office of Labor and Social Protection of Population

and formed there a paper, that I’m migrant from Luhansk. It’s important. “You’re shit without paper, with the paper you’re a human” — it’s all about this document. I’m coming back to the hospital. There is a gloomy views on me. “You need to go to another hospital, not in ours”. It was not anything that I made a piece of paper they have already given the appreciative consultation to me.

I go to the second hospital. It’s a huge building, where I was looking a long time for a door, but I found it at last. I came in and asked where is registry. I was sent on a distant lands in another edge of the building. I went. Tiredness, heat and thirst, but expectancy of soon final gives strength.

I found registry, I was sent back from this reception. They recommended me to go through the second floor.

I began to go according to my route. There was only flight of stairs except second floor. I went downstairs and began to look for another stairs, but at first I found nurse, who explained me that “to get on the second floor is like to go upstairs on the third. I’m not ready to comment it, let’s miss this moment and fast forward with me on the half-second and half-third floor. There was two doors. And the first enigma for readers is — the first door says «Dentistry», the second — “Keep warm! Shut the door”. There was also third door with table “toilet” on it. Guess which door hides the therapist?

Right answer is therapist is on a vacation.

By the way, his cabinet is behind the door with table “Dentistry”.

Also, I need to go from the hospital #2 to the hospital #1, where I was from the beginning and which workers sent me here. But I don’t need to go there, because doctor to whom I must get to is on a vacation like a therapist.

If somebody is familiar with that dismissed oculist, say him from me, please, that it’s better for him to boogie down from this country, if he still didn’t do this. Or, can he connect with me and explain how to get to him on an appointment, because without his consultation all my metal constructions is empty sound.

Dasha Tundra for Informator.lg.ua