Dreamed 2018/4/30 by Wayan
Every month, when the moon is full, people try to kidnap me. The cops are no help--never believe me.
Every couple of months, my kidnappers succeed. Occasionally I escape; but a few times a year they hold me several days, till the moon's visibly lopsided and the season for my kidnapping fades. For those days, they question me. It's all about some secret they want. They never get it. Far as I can tell, I don't know it.
A couple times a year, the grilling goes so far it's torture. They always try not to make it show, to keep deniability; if I had visible bruises cuts or burns, I might convince someone to believe me, to help.
So I always recover--physically. But what effect has these endless assaults had on my mind? I know they've made me fatalistic. But what else? I feel isolated. Despairing. I'm just so tired of the miserable cycle. Reduces my will to live--I suspect that weakens my immune system. So even as I struggle to survive...
NOTE NEXT MORNING
FOUR MONTHS LATER
My clinic had only one doctor available fairly soon. One Saturday morning, without warning, he called me up demanding I explain my request for acyclovir--half asleep, over the phone. He dismissed it all, including my oral surgeon's urging. He wanted testing I can't afford (I'm uninsurable for the next 16 months--long story) and denied me a prescription. No wonder he has vacant appointments!
So I called the clinic and asked for a doctor I know and trust. But she's mobbed; next appointment is months away...
...and I'm still waiting.
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