who runs the world...

As Beyoncé rants:
Girls, we run this mother,
Girls, we run this mother, yeah
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!

Yes! Girls run the Avantusland--- any day of the week. From our FA down to our Techs and remember that closed door? There’s two giggly girls there! Oh and of course, we are no man-haters! We love them as there’s only three of them or four, or some who comes and go.

We’re not gender non-coforming nor we have gender dysphoria in fact we love gender outlaws! Despite the fact that many people identify along a clear male or female division, some people consider themselves neither men nor women. Others identify as both men and women.

We love all of them; we always strive to create a safe, nonjudgmental environment for all our patients. The whimsical unexpectedness??? We have most of them in TTS. The TTS world PCT are mostly guys but still run by girls!

Oh! and the most undefeated Queen???? Is Ayl! He is still there--- with his Sony headphones he gets up of his wheelchair without a struggle (now) and props himself in the scale. His story is sad. I might feature him one day.

But since I am out of the Avantusland this week, I will share to y’all how we run our world.

Girls, we run this mother, yeah!

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I won't remember you....

I won’t remember you. I never remember anything that hurts me. Harsh huh! Acknowledging the pain and feeling it is one way but the easiest way there is when you have pain is to suck it up and forget about it. I did that. Done that. I learned to be cynical and stoical. I never remember anything that hurts me. When my father died, I only cried the day he was laid to rest. I cried hard in 2013 when I left my mother in a hospital bed without all her senses and memories…and the day she died. Crying helps. Instead of avoiding our feelings, we can simply feel them and forget about it. However, when events and circumstances overwhelm one to the point where they are an emotional wreck --- there’s always a medicine for it! So, Mrs. M got her dose. She passed away. It was sad. She was a happy soul. Someone just hurt me. I won’t remember you. ...

behind that closed door....

When you have a competent desk Executive Assistant you’re sure to end up with a glory day! Liz is efficient. Ask her to do anything and she will do it in an instant, well, of course sometimes she forgets especially when her laughing buddy is beside her! She works quietly. You won’t even notice her leave the building unless she says her goodbyes! Ahh like her FA! LOL! Sneaky. She is behind this closed door. This door used to be wide open years ago, and it just changed recently, for some stupid reason. Anyhow, open or closed door you can still hear her giggling or I can still disturb her with just a press of “transfer 10” in the phone in from my Station. She is the “MAN” (as Paul often says) when it comes to translating for my Hispanic patients. I always ridicule her for getting a more paying job as translator, @#$% some people who knew how to use the language line are just too lazy they would always call her to translate. Geez. I am one of them. As she passed by my Stat...

this used to be my playground...

Growing up, we have that graphic bible books that we've outgrown. I remembered those days where we (my siblings) snuggled our small-framed bodies to each other just to share those books and (that) one small book about the monkey and the turtle. So... When I am lost or out of sight , I am just in any place or aisle with books. Bookstores is my playground. I’m a late bloomer though… when I was a kid. I don’t have that pleasure or leisure to visit a bookstore, nor the money to spend on books. I was introduced to a library when I was already in high school (as the school had its own library). Unfortunately I don’t have, again, the pleasure to spend my free time hugging all those books in the library as we needed to help out in household chores. I only visit the library on a per need basis But I do not like libraries. There is that feeling of suffocation when you walk through a quiet, quaint, dim lighted book aisles… THO...

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