Kusunokimori Clinic - Ikeda

This female doctor, Dr. S, was taken care of when he worked at the K2 clinic in the same Ikeda. I was also the same woman, and I thought that Mr. Ninomiya of Arashi had a story and believed that it was a refreshing good teacher. However, the number of drugs increased each time I reported a malfunction, and more than 30 tablets were given in the morning, noon, night, before sleeping, 8 tablets a day. I thought that there was no mistake because it was a doctor's thing, but gradually my hands trembled, my money was not taken out of my wallet, my way to walk and stand up, and my friend was slow He pointed out. I was told that I had a medical examination at the brain surgery early, and I examined it at the brain surgery, but there was no abnormality. It's Sorya likely. Because it was drugged. After that, Dr. S suddenly took a break from the K Clinic, and both the director and deputy director said, “Why are the same kind of drugs coming out so much? I was prescribed a tablet, one tablet before going to bed. I went to the clinic after confirming that Mr. S had already prescribed more than 30 tablets a day. However, suddenly, the director was informed that Mr. S was retired. For me who took 30 or more tablets every day, I couldn't keep my mind and thought, and I thought that there were not enough drugs. I don't understand that either. Anyway, in the desert, you want medicine to ask for water, and are you scolded for two days? Once? The memory at that time was even more ambiguous, finally there was no destination, no walking, no drooling, no locks on the house, no money, and no meaning. When she was protected, her stomach was not in time, and she told her that the brain and limbs might remain damaged. I repeated nightmares, hallucinations, hallucinations and high fever for a few days, but I managed to see the light that regained myself little by little. Meanwhile, nursing continued from the eldest daughter to the second daughter, and both of them came off work. It was like this and I was often encouraged by my daughters to complain, but I still couldn't recover from my recovery. At the end of three years, anger and doubts will pass through my head. Why did you give me that murderous prescription? Was there no sense of guilt? I'd like to explain a lot of things to the clinic, but I've sent an email to the clinic, but there is no reply at all.