As it turns out, my sister has white spots on her brain and had to go to in for a spinal tap. They say she needs someone to drive her home but since our car was stolen I at least have to make sure she gets home alive even though we’ll have to catch a bus and two trains to get there and back. She’s always had migraines and has been really I’ll off and on for the past few months.
Her appointment was actually on the 26th but they managed to work her in for today at a later time. Outside of the hospital on the way to get some food (since I got up at the crack of dawn to go with her) and we saw this woman on her phone crying and angry, saying how they “didn’t do nothing for her”, they let her die. There were two silent but clearly distraught guys out there with her. At the time, I didn’t think of it but now it reminds me of what happened to my brother at Southwest Regional, how they didn’t even ask if he had a history of diabetes before treating him (which he does, on both sides of his family). The question unasked killed him.
Hospital are such cold sad places sometimes. And don’t even get me started on the sorry state of healthcare in Georgia, makes me remember why I hate going to the doctor’s and Michael Moore films depress me sometimes.