Alarms the situation at QKUK, former isolated in Karatatin for Coronavirus in Kosovo ( Photo)

Missie herself. Avdili says she's been admitted to the CKUK with flu symptoms and only an hour later the doctor received her sample for testing and her phone number.

She even claims that the doctor in question had not even known how the sample stick was introduced into the test.

Furthermore, she has shown how from the hospital they insisted on taking the money, even from the window, to pay for her car parking lot.

The <x0Ironia was that the doors of quarantine on the ground Nuria [the medical sisters] closed with the key, but the window that was three feet [1 m] above the ground, from which I could easily get out, left me available. Mrs. Avdili.

She also stated that after having locked it in quarantine, she had observed the terrible conditions in the room, which were full of dust and even lack of basics like soap.

The following is her full status on Facebook:

Last Thursday at 7:00 p.m., I was admitted to the CKUK with flu symptoms and placed in the hospital quarantine. After an hour the doctor took my sample for testing and my phone number, Sister Nurie wrote it in my hand.

This is how Nuria showed her the stick of the sample.

<x0) It was the doctor's last words in his epidemiology suit.

Since I was staying all night, I asked Nuries to arrange for the keys to the car, but she said to me: “No, give it to the window! When I told her about the possible contamination of my keys, she said: “Yes do they have with them until today?

So I gave up on the idea to ask him if it wouldn't be necessary then that “ata” be here?

I don't have anything to do, since they've been paid in anything. You thought! ”

The irony was that the doors of quarantine on the ground in Nuria closed with the key, but the window that was three feet [1 m] above the ground, from which I could easily get out, left me available.

They were covered head-to-head with clothing for the epidemic, only because unlike Nuria, the doctor was also equipped with protective dice. They threw two simple masks on a powdered table with pieces of paper attached to an unknown tubal. The letters were illustrated black mold points. There were also human hairs that gave the surface a dose of poetry.

Before he disappeared, he told me: "When he comes, he's going to have bananas and something else." ”

At the door of the iron closet and full of rust plates, I found a portrait drawn in a pencil. Under it was a name written: Stay Bogay.

Stand would become the patron saint of my resistance. In this unstable place where there was no soap.

Shit was ancient. Ready for U n NESTO! The ominous bag, stamped with the sign of biological risk, gazed into health and economic light. The toilet seat was broken. The toilet paper box was an empty shell. The whole environment had a curse choreographer. I began to understand those fellow citizens I had prejudged in connection with superstitious solutions. Indeed, the white science of QKUK was a garment of black magic. It was a state-level bad eye.

I asked to be released and went home to myself. I spent a night of coughing, anxiety and fever. The next day another doctor called me, and after very low-level problems of bureaucratic mismanagement, I was informed that my outcome had turned negative. He said I had a simple flu.

On the morning of this day, on Friday, March 6, I tried to call my “friend, my Arben Year, but without success!

I wanted to inform him of the macabre situation of his hospital. It was my civic duty. It was my committed democracy. One together is possible small. Because nobody's too small to make a difference.

Then I tried MS. A secretary who could not believe that I, a simple citizen, a nobody, wanted to talk to the minister, because Ben, in her opinion, didn't have time to read the emails.

The question is: What is more important than the state of purity of infectiousness, where one must close to treatment, in times of epidemic than Coronavirus, for a doctor and health minister?

When the secretary said:

It's been four days since my doctor told me she should have collected seven samples, of seven patients, before she was doing tests, because apart from that, it would cost the state more expensive.

I was the fifth patient.

While I'm writing this, one of the most sophisticated health systems in the world, Italy's one, is in collapse. So serious is the situation. And my experience is evidence that we have been protected by Coronavius with the fate of being the most unvised country in Europe.

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It's a very dangerous farce in the form of a long text, full of jargon and propaganda, that by calling for some health “-participative”, tries to sanction health failure “incompetitive”.