Recently I was thinking about what generally occurs if one has a bad customer service at a hotel or at a restaurant. For example, if undercooked or rotten food is served. The establishment in question is humble and offers something complimentary and the staff responsible are reprimanded. The issue is resolved and the customer moves on with their life.
But when it comes to completely destroying a customer’s life with a drug, whereby one’s emotional capacity, sexuality and the essence of their being is ruined there is nothing. Zero. Nada. Responsible doctors won’t even be expected to be yelled at. Instead they will smirk and with indignity claim the patient is imagining things. And to add insult to injury, despite it being so obvious and apparent the drug is responsible there isn’t even an explanation. Victims are left to try to figure it out themselves and pave the way for a return to normality through a cure in the distal future.
The disproportionality of it all couldn’t be more insane.
What a fucking joke