Saturday, October 2, 2010

HRA

Applying for government assistance is the most annoying thing you could image, especially in a large city like Queens. The line to get in the building alone seemed as if, Michael Jackson resurrected and was giving a free concert for his return. The line was down the block and turned the corner and continued down further. Imagine standing on line being baked by the sun, surrounded by all sorts of people: miserable, content, sick, those beating the system, those being beat by the system, all sharing their experiences and stories about the system we were all waiting to apply or comply to. The worse part is being surrounded by a cloud of cigarettes, throat feels like it is being striped apart. Once you get in the building your being welcomed by the most unwelcoming people, who act as if they cannot loose their job and be in the same situation, just to sit there for hours and hours on end scared to eat, scared to pee just incase you miss your number being called. All kinds of people come in through there, well dressed looking like they walked out of a magazine, Prada shoes, Gucci etc and some look like they crawled out the garbage, all and all we are all there gathered waiting to see what we can get from what we should be entitled to, especially me I’ve been working since I was 12 years old and was fired July 2010, (of course not the same job)  its not like I’m lazy and been unemployed for 10 years for no reason. Regardless of my efforts, I sat a HRA ~ Hell Right Around …..the corner.

Friday, October 1, 2010

BUSY WORK WEEK

I was sick as shit. I’m not too sure of how I got a cold but I have an idea. Most nights I get incredibly hot and I sweat, so I would turn the fan on and let it focus on me while I sleep. As time went on I was seeing my health begin to change, I was slowly feeling miserable and my breathing was becoming a little difficult. I began every natural remedy I thought would work to avoid having to take medicine that was being recommended to me. I drank some lemon tea with the Halls steaming from the bottom of my cup, the ones in the blue packaging, I also kept a cough drop in my mouth while drinking. I made chicken noodle soup for myself and days that were real bad I would eat canned soup. These things helped out for like an hour but didn’t do too much. It came to the point were I realized I had to let it run its course, but I continued my intake of orange juice, Halls and tea. The amount of sneezing and coughing I was doing was unbearable. The cold couldn’t come at a better time, I was starting a new job and accepted a three day assignment to substitute teach at my old high school. On top of that I had four classes to attend on Tuesday and Thursday. This would consist of a lot of traveling, my new job was in Queens and my college is in New York City and the location to where I had to substitute teach is located in Rockland County, so it goes without saying I needed a car, thank God my mom let me use hers. I was cutting things very close and being sick was definitely slowing me down. It was so hard to breathe however, I didn’t really have time to visit the emergency room, sounds crazy I know but I needed to stay committed to these things to make sure I had some definite money coming in and stay on top of my school work. When the weekend came around I was able to visit the emergency room, which in my opinion should be renamed to the waiting room, because that’s all you really do, no matter what your condition. I would think a pregnant woman weezing would be an emergency but no, lol eventho it took me sometime to get there but they don’t know that. I basically had to curse people out to get some attention paid to my respiratory system. The staff was very inhuman. Long story short me and my sister Keri were waiting there for about 6 hours just for prescriptions of steroids and my asthma pump. The best part of that experience was that I was craving some Dunkin Donuts, the whole time, and was kinda pooped I know I wouldn’t be able to really taste it. After the nebulizer and  right after I was discharged we went straight to Dunkin donuts : ) I got two glazed donuts and one glazed cake, there was milk in the house surprisingly. I was in heaven, and washed my busy work week away.