Thread: My Written Word

hmmm....so today started out a pretty good day for the most part.....the only bad thing that fucked it up happed near the end of work. I was cleaning up the treatment rooms, and had popped back into my screening room to check my e-mail. I was clicking around and noticed my AHLTA was blinking ALTAH is the program that the hospital uses to check incheck outorganize patients. I clicked on it and discovered I had 2 more patients to screen. I was irritated. There are not suppoust to be any walk ins after 11 am. Everything after needs an appointment. Anyway, I looked for the reason why they were here. Sometimes its a Physical, other times its just a check up, sometimes they need a wart removed or something. Anyway, when I looked the reason said scan...... Now, no one reading would understand what the implications of that word were when I read it. I'll tell you. The hospitol uses the word scan when your dealing with abused patients, I'm work in Pediactricts , meaning these are abused kids I'm about to see. My first ones, so I'm feeling a little freaked out. I got up, cleaned my room a bit, and walked out to get them. In the waiting area, there was 2 MPsmilitary police, a chaplain whos like a military priest and mother with one of her eyes blacked up, and 3 kids. The oldest no older than 3 or 4. 2 of them were fucked up looking, bruises and yellowing marks, all around their faces. The 3 year old boy smiled at me, when I offered him some toys to keep him occupied I saw that one of his front teeth were gone. I quietly told them who I was, and what I was going to do, and brought them all back to my screening room, where I had to take all their vitals. Because their younger, our procedures are diffrent when taking vitals, and their shirts had to come off. Same shit. I actually closed my eyes and sat there for a-bit, not really sure if I was seeing what my eyes told me I was seeing. Only when one of the kids actually giggled, did I open them. I was surprised that one of these kids could actually laugh. I remember from her vitals that she was only 28 months old. 28 months. I got their vitals, and did a couple more things, then had to help the actual doctor take pictures and document all the bruises, and marks. After we finished the kids, the mother was treated at the adult clinic next to us. I was talking with the chaplain, whose also my chaplain cause we're both catholics and eventually asked what the hell happened. Being a chaplain he couldn't tell me much details, but basically the kids father, whose a fucking E7, had apparently gotten mad at them for being loud, and then proceeded to correct them. The mom came home later, and saw the kids, and when she confronted him, he apparently went apeshit on her too. Someone heard the screaming and the MPs showed up. I hope that fucker goes to fuckin FT. Leavenworth. The Army Prison. Its not a fucking prison for civilians, If your military, and you fuck up bad, you go there. Civilian convicts still have rights. Federal convicts are treated a thousand times worse than any crazy prison warden could up. Guarded by men who wont get in trouble if they fuck you up, or shoot you, and doing hard labor all day, your life is a living hell. Which is what people like the guy who did this to his wife and kids deserve. So, men and women of Bluemoon, if you happen to be one of the kind of people who thinks its ok to beat on your significant other or kids who cant fight back, because yes, women do it too, your gonna burn in whatever kind of hell you think exists. and even if you think it does not exist, remember that A LOT of people would like nothing more than to kill you if they found out. So that was my day.