By Comrade Rohan
Upon arriving to the hospital, I was nonverbal, post-meltdown, and postictal which is not a good combination. I heard the “nicer” paramedic say that I was probably going to be treated like a child. That didn’t sound good to me. I was worried that they would call my family member who I was living with, which would end well for me at all.
I was placed in a hallway on a stretcher and not even a triage room or anything of the like, just a random hallway directly in front of resuscitation doors which should not be blocked for any reason. In addition to that, it was very cold in that hallway and I was practically ignored.
I was neglected and even their own rules were disregarded by the staff. I recall the paramedics letting the hospital staff know that I was diabetic. While that statement is not true, that would’ve given the doctors a heads-up that my blood sugar should be monitored routinely.
Whenever I was conscious, I noticed that colonizer patients were asked particular questions when they were admitted. They asked about allergies, any falls in the past six months, if they had a safe place to return to, and other questions of the sort. Myself and many other Colonized patients did not get asked those questions. For instance, I do have allergies that would matter in a hospital setting. I am allergic to latex and they never used latex-free tape.
In addition to that, I was still sitting in the same hallway I was left at for hours. Nobody was telling me what was going on and if I asked a question, they said they’d get back to me and then they never did.
There was a Colonized man who came in with similar issues to me. He was postictal after having two seizures and he was very confused, which is typical in a postictal state. Instead of being sensitive and understanding, the paramedic would berate and raise her voice at him every time he moved and touched the wires. They left him sitting in the hallway too, but not as long as me.
They were also giving C*vid-19 tests to all the patients that were there, except for me. Other hospitals in the past had given me a C*vid-19 test upon arrival and I never had the issue of waiting that long in a freezing cold hallway.
As more time went on, I felt weak and was concerned that it was due to my low blood sugar. The hospital staff didn’t bother to monitor it and I couldn’t do it myself at the time. I could have a seizure from low blood sugar and I was terrified that it would happen, causing me to spend more unnecessary time in the hospital. Amidst all of this, I was in contact with my leadership and comrades in Defense. Luckily, someone was on their way to my location and I felt at ease.
More time went by and the only thing anyone did for me was get an IV into my arm and give me an x-ray. They spent a lot of time looking for my veins and poked me more than needed. They said if they couldn’t find a vein, they wouldn’t stick me, and yet they did it regardless.
Pretty soon, a Comrade from Defense in my chapter showed up to the hospital and stayed by my side. Almost immediately, I was taken to a hospital room. The strange thing was that my name was called over the speaker system asking for me to approach the front desk. I didn’t understand how they expected me to do that if I was in a hospital bed in the hallway and could barely walk, but of course, colonizers don’t give a crap if it’s not one of their own.
Eventually my Comrade notified the nurse and I was taken to a room. Prior to my Comrade showing up, I had expressed to a nurse that I needed to use the bathroom. She said she’d be right back to help and that never happened. I’m lucky I notified her before the need got unbearable. I wasn’t able to use the bathroom until I got to my room.
I finally met with a doctor and things started coming together. It seemed like none of the doctors knew why I was here, which made me wonder, who kept track of what my paramedics told them and why wasn’t my case explained to anyone? I struggled to recall what little memory I had as well as reiterating my medical issues.
Now that they were aware of my hypoglycemia (once again), they made it a point to check my blood sugar. Once they checked it, it was dangerously low. They gave me juice and ginger ale but it was still pretty low. They brought me food to eat, but didn’t make it a point to ask about any dietary restrictions. I have coeliac disease and I’m vegetarian so everything they brought me wasn’t something I could eat. They gave me Cheerios which held me over for the time being.
The rest of the experience was mostly waiting. Now that the neurologist was here, there was some progress being made. She didn’t listen to the fact that none of the medications worked for me and prescribed me the same problematic medication anyways. Again, colonizers never listen to Colonized people. They always think they know what’s best for us when they don’t.
Eventually I was released, but nobody came to my room to help me out of the hospital. I had to struggle to walk with balance issues and navigate on my own while my Comrade was getting the car ready. I made it to a Hammer House and was absolutely exhausted. Luckily I had my Comrades helping me as best they could while keeping c*vid in mind (I was tested at a later time and it was negative).
Unsurprisingly, colonizer “medical professionals” have a history of not listening to or completely disregarding what Colonized people say about their own health and bodies. It has resulted in African mothers receiving less care during and after giving birth. In fact, African mothers are more likely to die from complications during the process of childbirth itself compared to white mothers. This just goes to show that Colonized people are routinely treated inhumanely and denied the medical care that we so desperately need and deserve in colonizer hospitals. This treatment is made even worse if you are Colonized and differently abled.
This was a long anecdote and not a fun thing to have to recall. This was just one of many bad experiences I have had in a hospital and I doubt this will be my last one. Considering the fact that I have more stories on top of this one is a huge contradiction in itself. I shouldn’t have to fear a trip to the hospital. No Colonized person should. It’s bad enough that amerikkka is known for its lack of adequate health care but knowing we Colonized people get the short end of even that inadequacy is even worse.
However, as a Colonized person, I do not feel at ease in a hospital and I do not feel like my needs will ever be met. The inhumanity of the colony caused this unnecessary hospital visit and the negligence of the staff has left an impact on me and has given me a much more negative view of the healthcare system. This is something that I would like to overturn as soon as possible, and I want to start by learning as much as I can so that I am able to provide adequate healthcare to Comrades that need it and aren’t able to rely on the corrupt colonial healthcare system we live in.
But if you already have these skills, then it would be you to give those skills back to the people! Our Organization is actively overturning problems such as this through multiple trainings ranging from first-aid to defense classes where you can keep your body healthy and learn what to do in emergency situations. On top of that, we have a Mental Health and Wellness office since we recognize mental health is a big part of health and cannot be separated from our physical health. In order to join in on the classes or lead one of your own if you have the skills, join Black Hammer and help us build a society where no one lives at the expense of another. If you have medical training, join the Defense office where you can help Colonized people get the health care they deserve!
My story has made it clear this grossly incompetent colonial healthcare system will never work for Colonized people, considering they don’t even see us as human beings worthy of living. Black Hammer is changing that as we continue to build and grow our capabilities to rival the crumbling colony’s. Be the change your people and our greatest comrade Mother Earth needs to finally take back all the skills, knowledge and dignity that is rightfully yours.
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