Mother Describes Child's Clinic Visit and Trouble Seeing a Surgeon in Donetsk

I left the children's clinic and screamed: "Fuck this Russia!"

Fuck, I'm just so fucking sick of this, fuck!

I'm so fucking sick of this! I swear, there's no such shithole anywhere, fuck. Like this fucking DPR.

I used to love Donetsk, but now it can suck it, I'm so sick of it, I hate this fucking Donetsk so much.

I don't have a single drop of positivity left for this fucking, fucking Donetsk. I fucking hate the entire DPR!

Fuck, it's just that today my child's genitals got inflamed. Fuck knows.

It's just that for two days we had to use other diapers because, fuck, in fucking Donetsk, you can't find our usual diapers.

I thought, damn, maybe it just got chafed.

Then after a while, I realize he's crying.

Fuck, my hands are shaking. He's crying and holding on to his underwear, And I only put diapers on him at night and when we go for walks.

And if he cries, I immediately run to the hospital.

It’s just that they fucking send you away there, they send you away.

In the end, this fucking clinic just sends us to get a referral for the surgeon for the next day.

Like, you have to come every day to get checked there.

I stood there for fucking 40 minutes just to get a referral.

They told me, “Come back tomorrow when it happens.”

Even though the doctor told me, “Go in, get a referral, and tomorrow you’ll go to the doctor.”

Well, I can’t fucking leave this fucking DPR, this Russia, fuck, because I have parents who are, fuck, tied to their home, who, who love their home.

And I don’t fucking love anything anymore.

I just fucking want to, I don’t know, fucking smash everything to pieces.