I go to medical school ten year! TEN YEAR!
[Sir, I have been doing this for ten years, also]
For you—patient!--to insist that you know
what I learn at medical school ten year... TEN YEAR!
[well congrats on that degree... you should've also studied English—just a thought]
[have you ever taken zyprexa?]
I have patients on Zyprexa... yes dey have life!
[it only takes 15mgs of Zyprexa to knock out a fully grown horse]
I have patients 30mg Zyprexa! They do not complain!
You do not be fresh with me! I have medical degree!
[you should've gone with English. I'm sorry if me knowing my shit about my illness is being “fresh,” and for the record it is hard to do much personal advocacy when you're shitfaced on anti-psychotics]
You no study! You no get upset!
You just upset I not give you what you want!
[yeah I'm not hardcore on you making me a zombie with your classic 30mgs Zyprexa... caaaalll me crazy]
[I'd take you and give you Zyprexa... starting low to make you think you can handle it]
[Then i'd laugh my ass off as you discover that it is more horrific than you'd ever known anything to be]
[Then I'll lock you away—cuz we all know the more they give you the crazier you actually get]
And God would name it justice and say that it was good.