SUPER GHETTO ME
Super Ghetto Me
Inside a renovated building that was once occupied by a Sizzler restaurant, that closed its doors when an E. Coli outbreak killed someone and then after that it had briefly been used as a Fried Chicken place, sitting there inside reflecting on food poisoning and fried chicken, waiting in Saharan like heat for my new Doctors appointment it all seemed too surreal to me. Right when I entered I could tell this was more like Mali Medical than Milwaukee medical. The receptionist both looked and acted like a jaded Jada Pinkett Smith with a full on boubou--Coming To America style. Never before have I received such Diva like attitude from a person in the medical industry. After having me wait for what was obviously, two different personal calls, she finally decides to address me at the reception counter. Making it obvious, the lack of respect she has for me. I watch other patients come in all black with later appointment times and proceed to see the doctor before me, usually I would go last. Each time a patient would come in she'd ask what time the appointment was and they'd respond, so you knew you were ahead on the list, as you sat for an hour on average waiting. I don't say anything, assuming it to be situational, but after several other visits and the same experience, I start catching on. I never said anything to anyone about it. On one of the last visits, when I was in a lot of pain, he wound up seeing me last again, and he acknowledged the fact by saying I see families, women and children first, which did explain some. That wasn't the only comments he made addressing his practices, he flat out admitted he preferred to treat black patients, asked me why I chose him, that he didn't want any problems from me or trouble, made it a point to inform me it was his choice whether or not he chose to treat me and that his responsibilities were Africans, not Americans in general or whites, all out of thin air basically. That west Africans were responsible for slavery and that he went to school to become a Doctor so he could come to america and take responsibility for his people and that it was the only way to save them. That only they themselves could do it. The first medical experience I had was with his nurse assistant, I will refer to him as Bob. The very first thing Bob asks me is "Are you Racist?" When I deny that I am racist he has the nerve to continue with, "Are you sure a lot of white people are racist... it's okay if you are you know?" Immediately following that he brings up the New World Order and begins lecturing me about that as he begins to very amateurishly draw my blood. I am feeling nervous as hell and almost feel pressured to agree with his bizarre politics. After which at one point he is confused as to which blood samples are mine and which samples are other patients in front of me. Several times I was unable to receive the medical treatment I was required due to my Doctor's and his staff's decision to avoid faxes and not want to use the fax machine in general because they didn‘t know how to properly set it up. I was told that he didn't like to use the Fax machine, that he would throw faxes away, that he probably threw my fax away, as a result of this and his refusal to answer phone calls for weeks and months, I was unable to receive needed treatments that he prescribed but didn't have the fax skills, staff, or 20th century abilities that any other medical center in the country probably has in order to actually get the proper paperwork done. The Doctor, the medical assistants, the receptionists were the most inappropriate, inept, uneducated, backwards, lazy, unorganized, unprofessional people I have seen in any situation in my entire life. They were flat out more lazy and more frustrating to watch, than the worst teenage fast food crew you have ever seen in your entire life. I remember sitting there as he told me my health problems were environmental and pointed outside at Popeye's and talked about how the fast food ghetto north side culture was to blame. That I should be eating Wild Game because it was healthier and that was the way we were supposed to live. That his people weren't supposed to be here and that things were fowled up here for everyone as a result. When I talked to him about quitting drinking, he asked if I would like something to relax and gave me an Ativan prescription. I had never had any pill prescription for relaxing before and he warned me that people die all the time that he prescribes this to and to take it as directed or I will die. He was right I almost did die I was lucky to dump that garbage before I got hooked. I couldn't help but feel like he didn't care about my life. I honestly think from day one throughout my whole treatment he thought I was a pill shopper and only gave me Ativan to get rid of me. He told me not to tell anyone about it because he didn't want a lot of people asking him for it. I had several staff at The Blood Center of Wisconsin that tried to deal with him for me out of desperation claim they had never experienced anything like it in terms of the Doctors Clinic arrogance and refusal to communicate, send receive faxes(they didn‘t have email), answer phone calls or return phone calls or get the doctor on the phone, fill out paper work. He flat out said that he doesn't like to do paperwork he does what he wants to do that nobody tells him what to do and hung up on me and people at my other doctors office, they had similar experiences anytime faxes, paperwork, phone calls or forms were involved. He was always paranoid and trying to the pass the buck. He told me they want his signature so if something can go wrong they could sue him and that he was avoiding that and hoping they would or I would find another way not involving him. He showed great distrust for any other medical organization other than Pharm Reps. He even told me that people used to try to sue him but now all the lawyers were his friends and that they liked what he was doing there and that nobody could sue him anymore. The vast majority of this he just proclaimed to me on the first few visits, kind of like letting white boy know how he operates... I swear... I enjoyed the insight, he seemed to enjoy talking almost bragging about it. He explained that his clinic was all about getting as many free prescription drugs samples to the poor north side people as he possibly could. It was mainly antacid meds and crap like that not life saving medications although I think all the supplies and equipment he had were free perks one way or another. To get free stuff from white corporations for poor black people seemed to be his focus. And that is exactly what he was doing, more often the not I wasn't waiting for other black people to go ahead of me to see the doctor. I was waiting for a never ending stream of young and eager pharmacy reps who stood out like a sore thumb with their white office worker looks and their button down shirts and ties, their blouses, their faces plastered with huge smiles... I didn't understand at first why... why they treated him like he was some foreign dignitary... it was because he was their gravy train... and boy they didn't mind spending an hour standing in the middle of the waiting room schmoozing, smiling, and free sampling while patients waited naïve to the arrogance and inappropriateness of it all. I took SEVERAL MONTHS of calling and faxing, from me, another Doctors Office and the Blood Center of Wisconsin to finally get his signature, yet I'd watch him sign half a dozen Pharm Reps papers with minutes of each other in other visits. My doctor was a pharmaceutical reps wet dream he wouldn't even make a Pharm Rep say anything he'd sign his autograph without thinking for a second for any pharmaceutical representative in order to get his favorite thing... free prescription drugs samples... free medical supplies.... Free anything the Pharm Reps had to offer... pens, paper, whatever... and I would wait sometimes hours past my appointment time as I watched the parking lot fill up with expensive dark colored sedans minivans and trucks. On a regular doctors visit the parking lot looked like the President and Secret Service were visiting, with all the expensive black tinted vehicles that the Pharm Reps drove in on. If there was a car in the parking lot it was either staffs or a Pharm rep 90% of the time. I understand that there may be good in some of what my doctor was doing but after it's all done and over... I can't help but feel... some how the American way has been lost and my doctor and his office were a perfect example of how out of control our country and society has become... that we are letting West African Chinese Educated Afro-Centric Communists treat our legal and medical establishments as a joke, as if they are above our laws and ways... like they are some royalty like they may be back home in their own.. Togoland.