If you could go into a time machine back when cavemen dragged their woman around by their hair and beat them over the heads with clubs you would find where I live.
Well okay maybe I'm exaggerating but I have never in my life been in a place that is so lacking technology and knowledge. Not even technology and knowledge of engineers, biochemists, and inventors but these attributes that we commonly call common sense.
Between the medical world, law enforcement, and child care here you can only ponder how is it that so many people survive here.
I shit you not... here is some prime examples of my lucky days here in good ole vacation land Western Maryland. Vacation land not only because it's a tourist trap but because everyone who has moved here or lives here becomes lazy and loses brain cells by the day.
Medical:
Went to the emergency room with low blood pressure, body shaking uncontrollably, feet blue in color, shivering, extreme pain in my carotid artery, and could no longer speak because my brain could no longer function correctly to get the words out of my mouth. Instead of trying to help me and find out what's wrong they in turn decide to...
1.) Try to convince me I'm deeply depressed
2.) When that didn't work they tried to convince me I was in a physically abusive relationship. That I was either being beat (they explained to me a punch is a hit to the body with a closed fist; you know just in case I didn't understand what they were trying to convince me of), raped (again the medical professional explained to me what the definition was; to have sex against my will if I said no and the person had sex with me anyways), or I had been strangled (this was due to my carotid artery being in pain... the artery that assists in getting blood and oxygen to your brain). Not only did the triage nurse question me on these items over and over but the doctor did as well. Not only did he question me but he refused to allow my husband (you know the alleged "abuser") in the room while this was going on. They should have put the vagina light (the bright hot light they used during female vaginal exams) on me to make the investigation more powerful then maybe I would have talked. But since this didn't work the jackass finally allowed my husband in the room. Then when the abuser came in the only testing they did was a blood and urine test...both came up fine...which they always have. So pick another part of me jack nuts...maybe like the carotid artery in me neck. So Dr. Jack Nuts decided to try and convince me more that nothing is wrong with me and I'm just "depressed" in front of my husband. When this didn't work again he moved onto the next diagnosis which makes me wonder what medical school he went to.
3.) I just didn't want to be at work... so he gave me a doctors excuse for the day.
That my friend is what you call high end medical treatment in Garrett County Maryland. Needless to say I have been driving 2 hours to two specialists in Frederick Maryland now.
Childcare:
Between cross dressing, cussing, and hitting... childcare out here in very limited for a child who is more knowledgeable then most adults living in Garrett County. Kayliegh lucky for her... not so much for me sometimes considering she is too smart for my own good... is pretty intelligent and out shines most kids that are even quite a few years older then her so finding her a daycare and after school program that will both educate her and teach her manners in Garrett County is a very rare dinosaur.
1.) Go to a after school program that is "highly recommended" from the Elementary school she is attending. They give me directions and tell me most people miss the facility because it's a facility that doesn't look like a childcare..more like a house. This is where they have it all wrong... I enter the address into GPS. Miss the location, turn around, pull up a dirt drive and get to the "highly recommended" childcare facility. I stay in vehicle and observe a chain link fence with all little boys shirtless hanging on the chain link fence like monkeys in a zoo. Look at the facility which is actually a trailer. The person attending to the children walks out of the trailer doors (keep in mind nobody was watching the monkeys outside) and it's a large woman wearing spandex shorts a tank top way too tight while holding a baby on her hip. The only thought I had was where is her cigarette hanging from her mouth and the beer bottle in the hand? I proceed to pull away will being watched by the spandex clad woman and monkeys screeching. Kayliegh asks why aren't we going in and seeing the daycare I say because I haven't had my vaccines in quite sometime. I could only imagine the infestations brewing in the facility.
2.) Luckily she gets into a facility (a actual building that looks like a childcare) that takes her to and from school. This daycare is actually open and running during normal times (most close at 430...so what if you work a normal job til 5...normal jobs are rarely heard of in Vacation Land). I was pretty jazzed especially feeling that I got her away from the little cross dressing, cursing, and hitting little bastards from her previous school. Two days later I bring her to school and notice the one kid who I hated from her previous school (yes, hate is a strong word to use against a child but you would too). He too is attending the only decent school in the area. DAMNIT!
3.)Kayliegh called me a dumbass and ask her where she learned it and she said from _____ at school (same bastard child as before). I talk to the manager from the school about it. She tells me that she has had many complaints from parents regarding it. I tell her I warned them as soon as I saw that he was attending. Obviously, this is not a big enough issue for the manager to feel it's okay to kick the child out of the facility. But if you lived in Northern Virginia your damn right he would be.
4.)Kid hits Kayliegh...Kayliegh tells teacher...teacher says hit him back... I tell Kayliegh well do what the teacher says then (pretty sure it's the bastard child...but didn't ask). But that is some fine manners skills the teacher is putting into our little one's heads.
5.)Fill out paperwork for manager of school not once...not twice... but three times. Same paperwork that she swears I never filled out or she lost it so I have to do it again. She hands it to me a fourth time while I was running late for work. I state to her I filled it out three times and refuse to do it again. She asks if I have time to talk about the paper I need to fill out because it's important that she has the sheet filled out. I state if it's so important for you to have you shouldn't have lost it the first three times. Needless to say she put the paper in Kayliegh's book bag and I filled it out a fourth time with a nice note at the top... I will not fill it out a 5th time.
Law Enforcement has be deleted due to conflicting opinions...
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