Dear Nesta,
Girlchile, I had sech a eye-openin’ experience lately, it mek muh change muh lifestyle right away. I hey tryin’ muh bes’ to keep off sickness.
I really won’ like to get sen’ to we horsepittle, faif, so I start back tekkin’ muh vitamins widout fail; I stop eatin’ fried foods, green vegetables increase, I drinkin’ mo’ water an’ walkin’ daily fuh de exercise.
I know you wonderin’ wuh goin’ on, so lemmuh explain. A few weeks ago, I had to spen’ two to three days in de horsepittle (no, I din sick) supportin’ my frien’ Philomena, who was dey wid she cousin Glendene. An’ I tellin’ yuh straight, sence dah time, evah mornin’ when I wake up an’ realize I still ’bout hey an’ t’ings seem awright, I sing praises to Jehovah an’ ax ’e to continue to keep muh dat way so I could keep far from dat place.
I say so ’cause when I see wuh Glendene went t’rough in dey, mo’ dan evah I mek up my min’ to do wuhevah I could to stay ’way from it. She fall down at home, an’ c’n get up because o’ de turrble pain, so Philomena decide to tek she to a clinic fuh X-rays. De doctor was able to confirm dat she did in fack brek she hip an’ recommen’ she should get to de horsepittle widout delay. She was in pain gran’fadduh.
She arrive near 11 p.m. but no doctor was dey to admit she. Evah time Philomena check to see ef ’e arrive, she could only hear, “He on de way”. I en know ef he was comin’ from overseas an’ de plane brek down, but it tek a hell o’ a long time befo’ he turn up.
When Glendene finally fin’ sheself in one o’ de rooms downstairs, it did mornin’. She had painkillers to ease de pain, but one din suit she an’ she begin babblin’ bare foolishness so duh tek she off it. Dat’s why I don’ put neffin in my mouf befo’ I check fuh side effecks.
I went down dah mornin’ to check out Glendene. When I open dah waitin’ room door, de stench dat hit muh was onbelievable; I could scarce tek it, faif! I fin’ she still downstairs whey she stay til nearly 1 o’clock.
Now hangin’ ’bout dah Casualty en neffin new – aldoh I hear it li’l better now – but when I see de treatment Glendene get when she went up, from people I t’ought would know better, it mek muh pray mo’ hard to de Fathuh to help muh, ef I get sick, to fin’ enuff money fuh de pay ward – whey dem know how to treat people.
Two “Maguffys” at de station never once open duh moufs to acknowledge she presence as a new patient, nor come over to confirm evaht’ing was okay. ’Stead o’ a smile, we get a col’, silent stare.
I went to one to explain Glendene complaint an’ ax fuh some water fuh she – de woman was parch dry – but she jes’ p’int she pen in de direction o’ de water – still widout a word – an’ turn ’way.
A young doctor wid a attitude treat we rough enuff when we ax a simple question ’bout de elevator. She better watch it, or she gine fail dah impo’tant course – bedside manners. I hope she en one in dah profession jes’ fuh de money an’ position or else, God help we.
To mek a long story short, de treatment went from bad to wors’, gettin’ Philomena so fed up, she tek she cousin home fuh some tender, lovin’ care. She lookin’ better a’ready.
Now I prove mo’ dan once dat de horsepittle got some warm, carin’ nurses; is jes’ Glendene bad luck not to fine any o’ dem.
Tek care o’ yuhself,
Yuh frien Babsie