Where have I been for all this time? Puerto Rico.
I know I wrote a small entry while I was there, but I pretty much was quiet and too exhausted at the end of each day to do any thing more than check my Facebook on my phone. I am home now and it took me 4 days of sleeping to even get used to being home again.
I’m absolutely freezing, even though the
weather is starting to warm up- but its nothing like day after day in the sun or water and it being in the mid to high 80s with
a day or two hitt
ing 90. While I was there, I walked at least 2-6 miles everyday or spent hours in the water snorkeling
My back no longer hurts like it did, I am walking better and being able to stand for longer periods of time. Now to just lose more weight and I’ll be feeling even better. I got a tan (::gasp::) and lost 28lbs (::double gasp::). I am worried I will gain it all back now that I am home and not subjected to my brothers cooking and eating mostly fish and veggies. So I have to join a gym or something b/c I can’t subject my fat little puggle to that much walking. It would probably kill him like it did to me everyday. But I am ok with what my brother did to me- forcing me to go on and even though every step burned and killed me I did it.
I know this is off topic but I had to mention it- last night I got a tweet from the second crazy bitch. I have them blocked yet, they still seem to find me on twitter, Facebook or even here.
This is what I got-
@Bipolargnome Nope! My sis Tenley,& Rachel, we all have our FBs,Who came to here to stalk me? U r blocked! u r nutjob, Proof is here.
This is what I replied with- @JaceyCohen get a life. I have warned you- I will be reporting your accounts and YOU in the morning.
I have to get off my ass and go to the Police station and file a restraining order of some kind against them. The original one is in Germany so nothing I can do there, but the other is here in the states so it shouldn’t be a problem with getting one or some sort of cease and desist thing. I think they are trying to set me up to go off on them or make me lose my mind. I’m not really sure but for now I am not saying what I really want to and just ignoring them to the best of my ability.
That’s really all I have to say on the matter. I had to comment and document it, so I did and I am moving on.
Anyway, I stopped taking my meds about a week and a half ago- I have had a few cycles, but nothing horrible…ok maybe one thing horrible…my father was sick most of the trip. He has kidney problems and crones disease- The first place the ambulance took him to was called Hoare Emergency (pronounced whore…I chuckled every time someone said it) Since they don’t have morphine b/c of all the drug addicts around they gave him anti-psychotics. I know the real reason they kept shooting him up with those drugs. It was to knock him out so they didn’t have to deal with him screaming in pain from a massive kidney stone. So finally it got so bad he had to go to the main hospital.
So at about 4 am my brother and I went home for some sleep. Around 6am I get a phone call saying my father will be transferred to
the main hospital Centro Medico (in San Juan) between now and 10 am. We got up and went to the hospital at 10:30 and could not find my father. There were tons of prisoners there and one said they saw him and he had been taken upstairs. The security guard who spoke some English-made us go to another hospital where he could not be found. Now you would think it would be easy to find a patient, just look it up on the computer. But no, they don’t have a system like that! They use paper ledgers instead!
Anyway, so we go back to the original spot and while I was talking to the security guard in broken English, they are calling over the loud speak in Spanish looking for the American (He was the only one in the Emergency section). Now my brother goes to take a second look around and he find my father in a hallway waiting for a place that they could get him. It seems he had to be transferred to the “Doctors Hospital” b/c he bottomed out and they couldn’t get him to wake up. It took them a bit but they finally had him stable enough to send him to the Centro Medico Emergency Room where the Drs there would start the process all over again.
A day later, he was still in the hospital and I was really starting to get pissed. There was this one Dr who plugged in her iPhone next to me and spent 2 hours playing Candy Crush! By this time I was fuming on the verge of raging but I went back to where my father was, expecting the x-rays and cat scans were done, but he was still in the hallway and right next to a prisoner who I found out was a rapist who was looking at me in the most horrifying way a guy can look at a girl. When I saw all the radiology techs just hanging around and on their phones and not wanting to speak to me in English, I lost it. I started screaming at anyone I saw on their phone and my brother told me to get outside now.
As I was walking towards the exit, the first security guard wouldn’t talk to me or give me a sticker and never once took his eyes off his cell phone. I went off on him and walked to the next security guard who was by the door to let people out (not in b/c they had about 200 people in hallways and were at max capacity). He was on his phone and wouldn’t open up the door for me. Now this guy was from the Dominican Republic, was about 6’2 and had to weigh at least 280. He was huge. I’m only 5′ and I looked at him and I don’t remember the exact words I used but I started screaming at him that he was a “fucking lazy motherfucker pussy ass bitch” or something of the sort.
The guy put his cell down, looked at me and then lifted me off the ground, holding my right foot and ankle
and holding me by the neck and took me out of the hospital and said “don’t come back here”.
I had bruises everywhere and a sprained ankle. I could barely walk over to the bench and right under the no smoking sign I lit a cigarette and waited for my brother to come out- which he did an hour later and took me home. I had 2 days left in Puerto Rico and all I wanted to do was get back to NY. I didn’t care. I sucked it up and spent the last 2 days with my brother and decided to dye my hair black (I’m a strawberry blonde naturally but usually keep my hair red).
So I would call that incident a really bad trigger and I’ve only cycled a few times since I have been home. So we shall see what the Dr says about me being off my medication and if I have to go back on everything, which of course, I don’t want to do.
A lot happened in Puerto Rico that I could write about, but this post is uber long, so another time. Also don’t forget to subscribe to the blog or RSS to keep up with how things are panning out.
Til next time…