My last post was way too depressing and I hate complaining like that. So on a brighter note, Mira should be sent home from the hospital today! I also plan on studying some real estate, possibly working on my resume, and going grocery shopping. These last 2-3 weeks have been so unbelievably stressful, my diet has gone completely out the window. I wanted to get back into the swing of healthy eating.
XoXo,
Jullz
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
APPALLED
Some days are good, others are bad. Saturday was one of those days that was bad. After a long day of mourning at my uncles funeral, I got a call that should have been exciting, but after the day I had, I was exhausted. My sister called to say that she was having contractions. Now under regular conditions this would be enough to make me jump for joy, but due to the fact that she is carrying twins, and these are signs of a premature labor- I was a little nervous.
aaaaaand, to make a long story short, the guy was RUDE to me. More disrespectful than anybody has ever been in my life. And I'll tell you why, when he came over to us, he didn't see an old, disabled person with a walker, he saw a young pretty 23 girl capable of walking. I was treated unfairly and I hope no one is ever treated the way I was treated. To ensure this, I called his manager to file a complaint as well as the DPPC. I'm waiting on call backs from both of these places.
BLAH
XoXo,
Jullz
I pulled up to Brigham & Womens hospital located in MA. I asked the valet how do I go about getting my car valed. He told me the garage was full. When I asked about handicapped parking, I was told that I could self park my car in a different area. Not realizing what this entailed, I drove to the area and parked my car. Anxious to see my sister- I quickly parked, took the elevator to the lobby and began to search for the information desk on which room my sister was located in. Realizing that I had parked my car in a completely separate area of the hospital, I had a far walk to get to where I needed to be. But regardless, I began walking to back to the main area of the hospital.
After two security stops and two different elevator changes, I was allowed to visit with my sister. She was well and didn't seem to be in too much pain as the contractions had slowed. I felt better knowing she and the twins were okay. It was about 11:00 pm and I decided that I should start heading home after the long day I had. I asked the nurse on her floor how I go about paying the parking ticket, she was unsure if the garage attendant would be there or not. I then asked another security guard about parking, he stated that I should be able to pay in the garage. Headed back to where my car was parked I quickly realized the wrong information was given to me as this area of the hospital was deserted. I found a lowly security guard and explained to him my situation. About how I was incapable to walk back to the main area of the hospital to pay my ticket, as I was already exhausted from having to walk it once. The security guard called over a supervisor from valet parking.
aaaaaand, to make a long story short, the guy was RUDE to me. More disrespectful than anybody has ever been in my life. And I'll tell you why, when he came over to us, he didn't see an old, disabled person with a walker, he saw a young pretty 23 girl capable of walking. I was treated unfairly and I hope no one is ever treated the way I was treated. To ensure this, I called his manager to file a complaint as well as the DPPC. I'm waiting on call backs from both of these places.
BLAH
XoXo,
Jullz
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Take a breath reflect on what we've been through
It's truly amazing how much can change in your life, so quickly. Unfortunately due to changes beyond my control, I ended up in the hospital again shortly after my last blog entry. It started out with a severe nosebleed, and ended up with a blood transfusion. It was a long 11 days but I am glad to be home.
The hardest part about being in the hospital, isn't actually being in the hospital. It's coming home. When you're lying in a hospital bed, its expected that you don't feel well. Your meals are served to you three times a day, a cleaning crew cleans your room, and there's a little red button you can press in which a magical nurse appears. But coming home, and being still sick is a whole different story. Trying to get back into the routine of your normal life is most difficult.
Whether I'm walking up stairs or attempting to do laundry, I am reminded of how weak I am. These simple tasks were taken for granted prior to getting sick, and now that I have trouble completing them, it is a reminder of what I have been through.
Slowly but surely, I will resort back to my normal life and begin to do the activities that make me happy. Hanging out with my friends, going to the gym, dancing around to music :)
XoXo,
jullz
The hardest part about being in the hospital, isn't actually being in the hospital. It's coming home. When you're lying in a hospital bed, its expected that you don't feel well. Your meals are served to you three times a day, a cleaning crew cleans your room, and there's a little red button you can press in which a magical nurse appears. But coming home, and being still sick is a whole different story. Trying to get back into the routine of your normal life is most difficult.
Whether I'm walking up stairs or attempting to do laundry, I am reminded of how weak I am. These simple tasks were taken for granted prior to getting sick, and now that I have trouble completing them, it is a reminder of what I have been through.
Slowly but surely, I will resort back to my normal life and begin to do the activities that make me happy. Hanging out with my friends, going to the gym, dancing around to music :)
XoXo,
jullz
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