An Outpatient Horror Story: When The People Who Should Care Suddenly Don’t

Recently, my mother, who has osteoarthritis, had a procedure done in a government facility.  It was a long way from home and my parents had to wake up at around 7 AM to make the trip, making it hard for my mother who already had pains in practically all of her limbs and then some.

Imagine my fury when my mother came back home and recounted what a terrible experience she had!

Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) is one of the most important diagnostic procedure, providing clearer images of your body’s circulatory and skeletal systems than those you can get from X-rays or CT scans.  However, one of the things that makes it difficult was the fact that you have to lie completely still for anywhere around half an hour to nearly two.   My mother—who was in pain in nearly every part of her body— first thought she could handle it, thinking that the procedure wouldn’t take so long (not that anyone explained that to her clearly).  But come thirty minutes later, the pain was becoming a little too much and she started calling for attention, only to get reassurances that she “only needed to lie for fifteen more minutes, and that she “just needed to hang on a little longer.”

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I’m Alive! Or On Why You Haven’t Heard From Me in A Long While

Hello, blogging world!  Been a while since you’ve heard from me, eh? 😀

The past few months since my last update has been spectacularly busy and I haven’t had the time to write, let alone do anything for leisure.  But it’s all good, because for the first time in a while, I was working for something.  It was like life was giving me a second chance—or, to be more accurate, a good taste of it.

For those who haven’t read the last few posts, the sob story of my life is that I’ve been given the good boot out of my work because of, I’ll admit, my own failures and shortcomings.  It was a rude wake-up call that I spent months agonizing over, and to be honest, I can’t say I’ve fully recovered.  It’s like coming from a bad breakup—you can pick up the pieces and walk on just fine, but that won’t mean you won’t get the urge to punch your ex every time you see him.  (Distance, my friend, distance.)

Not that I’d want to punch my ex-workplace or anywhere near it, but you get the picture.

However, I digress.

Haven’t you heard that I’m gonna be OK? Source:

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