The country is not a place to visit.
The hospital where I was born and raised in a city of 2.6 million has not been there for 30 years.
It is a ghost town.
The last time I visited, in the early 2000s, it was the hospital where my father was treated for pancreatic cancer.
I was there as a patient.
And then it was closed.
I was there for eight years, in 2006.
It was a good hospital, with doctors and nurses.
But the patients left without a word.
I left without any treatment.
I went home, but no one came to visit me.
I tried everything I could, I went to every hospital, I did everything I knew how to do.
The only thing I could do was wait.
I spent eight years in the waiting room.
No one came.
No family came to see me.
No nurses showed up.
I had a chronic pain condition, and my insurance company had not paid for a physical.
I started having nightmares.
I kept asking doctors, ‘Is this it?’
I was so confused.
I have a family member that has pancreatic disease.
We can’t afford the treatments.
I have a wife who has diabetes, too.
They can’t pay.
We need a doctor.
And I started asking for help.
I’ve never done anything for people.
My parents were always there, but they have been too busy raising a family to do anything for me.
I did something.
I did what every other person did, which is seek help.
When I was in the hospital, there was a nurse that came and took care of me.
She gave me medications and put me in bed.
I came back to the room when I was tired.
And the next day, I was back at the hospital.
I couldn’t wait.
I could not wait any longer.
I could not afford to wait any more.
I called my doctor and asked if he could help.
His first reaction was, ‘I don’t have any money.’
He told me he had no money.
And he told me, ‘No, I can’t help you.
We don’t provide medical services here.’
That was the last time he would help me.
The second time I called, he called and told me that they would help.
He told us that they could do it for $50 a month.
I said, ‘But that’s all they will give me.
And how can I help you?’
He told me we had to pay a $20 fee.
I asked him, ‘How much will it cost?’
And he said, “About $50.”
And then I told him, You can’t even help me with my money.
I need a prescription for my insulin, and I need to get it from a doctor in the U.S. and go to the U, but I need $50.
I am not going to be able to pay that much, because the doctors don’t do it.
I went back to my parents, and they were angry.
I got into a rage.
I threw a phone at them.
And my dad called his son, who is the one that drove me there.
He called my parents.
He said, I am sorry, I told them, I couldn, I’m sorry, they didn’t give me money.
But he said that it’s my fault that they didn, that they can’t give us medical treatment.
My father said, No, it’s their fault.
My mom said, They don’t give any money to their children.
And they told him I’m in the wrong, I have to take care of myself.
I took the prescription, and that was the first time I got my medication, because they had to take a blood test, and it was not done in the United States.
So I was not getting my medication for two years.
My doctor had to send it back to Germany because it was so bad.
Then I got another prescription, but that was because I couldn.
I took the second one because I didn’t have enough money.
I started to ask questions, like, ‘Where is my money?’
And they said, It is in Switzerland.
I looked it up on the internet, and a lot of people were saying that, but it’s not true.
There are no Swiss doctors who can give you insulin, nor any who can help you with insulin.
There’s no doctor who can take care in the states.
There aren’t any doctors who know how to give you the right type of insulin.
And there is no one who can do a physical for you.
I wanted a doctor, but when I did the test, it said I have type 1 diabetes.
I didn, I said no.
And that’s why I couldn�t afford the medication.
I tried everything, and no one could help me, so I tried to find another way.
I researched everything I can about it.