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Young beautiful woman enters the University Hospital ER late Saturday night. By 5 am Sunday she delivers a baby boy, he is pronounced dead, RN performs impromptu baptism.
Monday early morning the mother is dead too, after "going through the motions" of Code Blue It's worth to note that few hours earlier, a nurse wrote "Patient screams at intervals for no reason".
I father of BLANKA TERESA PERIDOT FLISIUK, grandfather of CLANCY PERIDOT, I promise you, you my daughter, you TERESA Blanka's mortally wounded mother, you who read it and everyone who lives in lost city of New Orleans that this sentence will be publicized and author revealed but today I'm not going to talk about murderous nurses or clueless quacks milling on dirty corridors of above mentioned dungeon ( just look at smears on walls and dirty doors everywhere - they look like wild animals gnawed on them - this should be enough of a warning for anyone), I'm going to talk about Pastoral Care in this institution.Calling 504 903 3175 Reverend Jerry Bass' recorded message will inform you about business hours which are M-F, 8 - 4, walking to the very office of the reverend at those hours you'll find him anytime with his computer, Intensive Care Unit is to the right, the chapel to the left - it smells of urine of incontinent patients hoarded there for inspired services, they're the bread and butter the most valuable assets of the hospital as dead souls connected to computers billing Medicare at will. If you are Catholic, you are not much better off, senile Father Miguel wanders bowels of the hospital and is always hard to find even during "business" hours and fact that he doesn't speak English doesn't help either. That fateful morning of June 25.07 he came to
"work" after eight and wouldn't even bother to look at Blanka's face hastily covered with sheet. He was too late for the sacrament. I bet he didn't miss breakfast. Where are they when needed the most? They should pray to be worthy of such noble services, at time when people die and nurses nod they sleep. WHAT HAPPENED TO A PRIEST AVAILABLE ANYTIME TO DELIVER LAST RITES? I tried to obtain from Bass certificate of Baptism for my Grandson - the weasel refused even to talk to me because Management of the Hospital forbade him, so much for integrity of the Man of Cloth. By the way what about old fashioned , I guess as old as very Constitution of this nation, separation of church and the state.
If you plan to die at University Hospital, do not do it on weekend, late afternoons, late nights and early mornings, learn Spanish, and bring your laptop with you to communicate with Reverend Bass.
What happened to humanity? Folks turn into ministers from pure dislike of real work, as pawnbrokers, bail bondsmen or funeral directors, but those listed one can forgive for at least they do not claim Our Lord. Shame on you pretenders. None of you is worth to speak our daughter's name. None of you ever risked anything for the sake of probing the truth. Priests on the payroll of institution teaching how to perform abortions, how to give up on underpivileged, pastors taking orders from cashiers. Shame.
Blanka Teresa Peridot Flisiuk 1976 -2007.
Writer, painter, poet , thinker. Listed in Louisiana Writers Directory since age of 12. Friend of downtrodden. Faithful servant of Her Creator. Loving daughter and pride of her parents. Best mother of her both children, orphaned Sabbath and Clancy with whom she's now with the Lord
All 5 residents that killed Blanka with their ignorance probably will never realize that it was the most exeptional human being they will ever stand next to in their pitifull lives of average medic.
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