Gentilly Girl- a part of the 99%

June 8, 2006

I Sing the Hospital Blues…

Filed under: New Orleans — Tags: — Morwen Madrigal @ 2:34 am

For of those that actually read this blog, you may have noticed that in Chapter 100, your heroine was dispatched to a foreign Witch Doctor in order to receive a cure for the malaise that has been plagueing her for the last several months. First stop: Tulane Hospital…

Tulane, wonderful Medical programs, especially Bio-Med and Chem. They’ve done much work in conjunction with the V.A. in the Past. I walk toward the doors of the ER, and I notice something very odd: the first desk inside is staffed with over a dozen Police, no Med folks. I turn and enter another area, and there are many folks waiting for treatment. I ask a white man who sits at a desk behind bullet-proof glass, “Can you help me? The V.A. sent emails over so that I can get this prob looked at.”. The guy looks at me and says to sign in and sit down.

I look around, and there is no sign-in. Once again I approach the glass room, “there are no sign-in sheets there dear.”

“Just sit down, and the nurse will put some out”, he says.

After two hours of waiting and watching the newcomers ask the same questions, and getting the same results I did, I approached the little white god in his control room. “Tulane is under contract with the V.A. to serve as our ER. These other folks here are not even being given the first step to get moving forward into being helped. What’s the point of this place?”

He shrugs and walks away. I go back and sit down. He returns and messily scarfs a sandwich.
Suddenly four cops walk in with a middle-aged tourist from somewhere in Middle America. He is cuffed. I don’t see bullet holes or knife marks, so I must assume he was drunk and got friskiy with some college chicks. They usher him into triage immediantly. Groans come from the waiting crowd.

Checking my VM, there’s a note from my V.A. person…. she has informed and cleared me though Touro, Kenner, Oschners. Somethings wrong with Tulane. I call Betts and head for Touro. (TBC)

The things I need to understand are: Why, when you are getting renumerated for V.A. folks they cannot sign in, Why does a lawbreaker who is not bleeding take precedence over an innocent child who looks as if they have a broken arm?, Why is it that the basic materials for getting into the process are being withheld, even if providing them still results in the same wait time, but without the feeling of being ignored?

I’m not upset for myself per se… I have options. Most of the folks in that room had none. We need Charity back, and Tulane needs some really extreme Racism Training. (They always did.)
Sweet zombie freakin’ Jezus!, this is Post-Deluge New Orleans, it’s supposed to be a different world, but everywhere I look I see the evils of the Past seeping in. We must be eternally vigilant in order to stop this crap NOW.

If anyone has info or ideas relating to this health care prob, please let me know.


  1. Wow, what an ordeal Morwen. I hope you are well on the way to full health again :)

    I was saddened to read this piecelet: “Post-Deluge New Orleans, it’s supposed to be a different world, but everywhere I look I see the evils of the Past seeping in.” That must be truly disheartening to live there and see that.

    Comment by Rebecca — June 8, 2006 @ 5:21 pm

  2. I nice chilled white wine helps with sweet music playing.

    Comment by Bingo Man — June 10, 2006 @ 11:26 am

  3. Don’t worry hon, we will create a new space here. The times they are a turning.

    Comment by Morwen Madrigal — June 12, 2006 @ 7:46 am

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