When I was on the verge of dying with tonsils, I went to Apollo hospital.
They have first come first serve policy and don’t consider appointments.
So I went there half an hour early.
Because I was in a lot of pain and going to die and wanted to meet doctor asap.
I was waiting and a man with family came to the hospital after one hour.
He said he took first appointment so he wants to go first.
I told him I came first and about the policy of the hospital.
He made a fuss and called the manager and asked to go first.
He got the permission.
I told them to speak to the manager and about the policy.
They started saying things like, can you hold on a second, to make it look like I’m pushing them.
The man’s wife started abusing me and I responded.
Later I went first.
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The next time I went to appollo hospital, I was in a lot of pain.
They intentionally delayed my auto and delayed in the queue of reception and the doctor intentionally delayed speaking to me.
I honestly didn’t deserve this because I didn’t do anything wrong.
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This has been going on my whole fucking life.
People keep hurting me based on lies, manipulations, assumptions, my reactions and retaliations.
And they call it karma.
I don’t deserve it a single bit.
Because I’m always innocent.
No one asks me what happened or my side of story.
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My parents have been torturing me continuously because they were jealous and because of the misunderstandings.
They wanted me to suffer and die.
They were beyond cruel.
Whenever I react, the world hurts me based on my reaction.
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With me, it’s always a double ended sword.
No matter what happens, I get hurt.
No one bothers to ask me what happened.
Even though I’ve been screaming it since I started writing here.
rachana rajan <3 