When There is No Hope, My Soul Still Loves You, Please Hold on To My Love

Jail Corridor And Cells

I suffered yesterday. I went back to Nassau University Medical Center to go to the Gynaecology Department because I was hemorrhaging so much blood from my vagina. And do you know what they did? They stuck a medal tube in me as I was shaking and crying on the examination table. WTF NUMC Hospital? Is there no limit to your violations of my body? They even turned me away from the Psych Unit, saying they couldn’t give me my $270 shot and they couldn’t let me give essential toiletries that I spent $50 at Walgreens formy friend, downstairs in the lobby.

I cried buckets of tears as I drove home. I didn’t even go to Roosevelt. I went back home to my old Valley Stream house and parked near Hendrickson park, and cried and cried as the Thunder and Lightning boomed overhead. The Blood Moon last night was all part of my suffering. I SUFFERED last night, and when I called for my husband I was told I am not allowed to speak to him or have any contact with him ever again. WTF Nassau University Medical Center, do you want me or my husband to commit suicide????

Mr. Donald Trump, I need your help. I can’t do this. I can’t take this. I need my husband, I need my friends. A young 22-year old boy that I knew from the 14th Floor was released yesterday, just thrown out into the streets, and while I was running all over the hospital trying to get my shot and my GYNO exam, I was looking all over for him and didn’t find him. He didn’t even call me. He could be dead somewhere. And does the Hospital care? Of course not. They all got their paychecks yesterday and left at 3pm. I SAW THEM WHEN THEY LEFT IN THEIR SUIT AND TIES and left all the minority workers there, including the cops of Nassau County!

Mark my words, you will pay for what you did to me and my family Nassau University Medical Center. I will take away your hospital. I will take away ALL YOUR FUCKING MONEY. Your white privileged asses will become so poor you will end up living on food stamps in the most horrible ghetto where all my friends from East New York and South Bronx will murder you in your sleep.

I have had enough. I cried buckets of tears as my bleeding vagina was violated in your Hospital, and I WILL NOT BE SILENCED. I am taking this article to FOX NEWS, you WILL BE EXPOSED for your injustice. JAIL FOR YOU! YOU WILL ALL BE JAILED.

Stay tuned.

About shatteredwishes

I am in my late-thirties just trying to figure out life in a big city. "When in life you are handed lemons, make a vodka martini." "When I am happy I enjoy the music, but when I am sad I understand the lyrics."
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One Response to When There is No Hope, My Soul Still Loves You, Please Hold on To My Love

  1. manyofus1980 says:

    hugs. so sorry that you had to go through that. xxx

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