I haven't written anything for a few days; mostly due to the fact that I haven't been able to breathe or function properly. I don't know if it is just a severe allergy do dah or possibly Bronchitis... ugh.
While sitting here and thinking about my impending doom from coughing and not being able to breathe, I've been thinking. Oh no, me thinking! But, I'm from a small city just south of where I live right now and there is a small hospital that many call a band-aid station. St. Joseph's.
I know many people that actually hate going to this hospital and say they would never take their dogs there to get looked at. Well I would hope not! This is a people hospital and not a pet hospital. I know that people are allowed to voice their own opinions about certain ideas, but this is one opinion that I feel that people should seriously keep to themselves.
Many of my family members are employed by this hospital and have made a life career out of it. You don't see people coming into your place of work and "dissing" what you do for a living, right? I know that some aren't partial to the way that some people choose to make a living, but there is a reason as to why they chose it and you didn't.
Yes, last summer I had to go to that hospital due to dehydration and spent a wapping 3 hours in the ER waiting for someone to tell me what was wrong and what I needed to do. And yes, I swore that I would never go back to it, but the fact of the matter is, I would trust my life to those people that work there.
Whenever I was in 7th grade, my father was rushed to the ER there for a disease that many don't know what causes it or what it is even called. Diproticulitus (the closest I could come to spell it). If it wasn't for the fact that St. Joe's was just a 15 minute drive from my parent's house, and doctors that are leaders in their field, my father wouldn't be alive today. We spent almost a year in that hospital waiting for him to be good enough to come home. To this day, every time I see his doctors out on the street, I thank them for what they did for my family. That is another good aspect to this hospital, the doctors are part of the community and help with it.
The more I sit here and think, the more it irritates me to no end. I personally wouldn't want to go to Ruby because of what they did to a family member. I have a joke that me a friend came up with: Even if I am dying on the front step of Ruby, you make them take me to MonGeneral. Fact of the matter is, if I'm dying, I would hope that Ruby Memorial would do what they are trained to do and help me. Everyone does have the option to do whatever they want, but are you really going to be the one to look at someone and tell them that you don't want their help to send you somewhere else when you're in bad shape? I surely am not.
Before you open those vial mouths and spit out what you think people want to hear, think about it. I was told a saying by my father, you know the one that the "band-aid station" saved, that I'll always remember until the day I die and pass onto my own children: It is better to leave your mouth shut and be thought a fool, then to open it and remove all doubt.
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