#the mgs bug has bitten me once again...

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[HR] Mamy

“Hun,” said Mamy, “I know they taste yicky, but you have to eat them. They’ll make you better.”

“I know, Mamy. I’m tryin.”

“Try harder baby. We want you to get better.”

I hate it when Mamy calls me baby. It makes me feel like a helpless infant. Like a baby born too soon. The tubes coming out of my body like life-lines, and the knowledge that my chance of survival to adulthood is slim. All I wanted to do is be able to get up, move around, maybe take a shower. It had been so long since I’d been able to have one of those. Even then, though, it's not like the showers movie stars get to have on the hospital TV. I would have to have been carefully watched by nurses to make sure I didn’t fall while I was in the middle of shampooing my thin, scraggly hair. I looked back up at Mamy’s tired face, the face that wants the best for me.

“Mamy, I don’t think I’ll ever get better.” The sudden silence made the labor of my breathing audible.

“Sure you will, sweetie,” she said softly. But behind her eyes there was the pain of knowing that I will never leave the hospital.

Mamy got up and left the room. When she leaves the doctors always swarm me. I could already hear a pair of black shiny shoes clip clopping down the gleamingly sanitized hallway to my single room. The doctor entered. He’s tired. It seemed as if he has seen everything bad the world has to offer. The shrieks echoing down the halls confirmed that daily. He picked up my chart, and scanned the gibberish written by nurses rushing throughout the morning. In a split second I made up my mind to ask him for what I want. “Doctor, could I take a shower today?” I blurted out. He regarded me with a strange look on his face. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open in a sort of startled animal fashion. He asked me to repeat myself. “A shower. Can I take a shower?” “No. You have just had a very tiring visit from your mother.” “Mamy doesn’t tire me out. She makes me happy.” “Well, sometimes emotions can make a person tired. Especially a child as sick as you.” He said with a curious look in his eyes, as though he were struggling to convey pity. “I’m not a child. I’m 14 years old.” “I know. I’ve watched you grow up, but if you ever want to take a step outside this hospital wing, you’ll heed my advice.” “Ok. I understand that. But I rest so much, why can’t Mamy come visit more?” “Well,” he said tentatively, “the other doctors and I believe that the more time you spend with your mother, the sicker you seem to become.” “What do you mean?” I cried. “It’s probably nothing, but we’re just trying to make sure, that when your mother comes and visits you, she is not bringing anything from the outside that could harm you.” “Like what?” “Maybe germs that have been overlooked in our decontamination process, something that she brought that you might be allergic too, or something that she feeds you that is making you feel ill. Don’t be alarmed, like I said, it’s probably nothing. We just want to see if your condition improves without her here and test a few things in your room. As soon as that is over she will be able to come right back. Ok?” “Ok. Do you promise?” “I promise. You can trust me.” As the doctor left, a silent young nurse drifted into the room, and slipped a new IV into the crook of my arm, not making eye contact with me the entire time. It’s like she was afraid to look into the face of someone who was dying. Why become a nurse if you can’t deal with the truth that people are going to die, and that that is the truth of life? Sometimes I wished that I could just go ahead and die already. I was barely alive as it was. I’d be able to get up and take a few steps one day, and then the next, the doctors would have to induce a coma, because I was in so much pain. The timid nurse left without telling me what was flowing through my veins. I looked around the room and out into the hallway. No approaching shadows, no padding of doctors’ shoes on the tile floor, but no screams either. I should be safe but I have to be quick. I swiped my chart from the foot of my bed, a move that required a good part of my already low energy. At the bottom, quickly scribbled in messy handwriting: “3:30 p.m., patient was administered 10 mg/mL of propofol solution.” Great. Propofol. They’re knocking me out again. No reason to fight it, though. If I took it out of my arm, again, the doctors were just going to come in the room and stick me with needles full of harsh liquid that’ll knock me out immediately. I didn’t think it was worth all that trouble. They were probably just going to do some tests while I was out cold and wake me up again when they still couldn’t tell me what was wrong. I mean I trusted all the doctors. They’d kept me alive for this long, but I was born in this hospital, and hadn’t ever been able to go outside, barely even looked at the world through a nose-printed window in a room down the hallway. I guess they installed it for all us terminally ill kids to go to when we realized how miserable we are.

My eyelids started to get a bit droopy, heavy like weighted blankets. My body slipped deeper into sleep. I woke up. Judging by the dimmed lights in the hallway, it was near dusk. They had taken a touch of the harshness out of the bulbs, in a feeble attempt to get us to sleep better.

My throat felt like I’d swallowed broken glass. My stomach felt flipped upside down, like I’d just had the stomach bug. I’d only had the stomach bug once. It was terrible, although I thought it was worse for Mamy. Not that she’d been sick also, she was just so worried that she was going to lose me. She said that’s how Brother died. Mamy didn’t talk about Brother often.

Anyway, my stomach was killing me. I wanted to know what they did to me. I punched the help button a few times, until the same doctor from earlier came striding over in his squeaky black shoes. The sound made my mind twist as much as my stomach was.

“What’d you guys do to me?” I asked in a hoarse whisper. “Well,” he said with a pensive expression on his face that was somehow contorted by effort, “we put you under to do some tests, as we know the more extreme ones give you the heebie-jeebies, and just as we are about to start you had a full-blown allergy attack.”

He leaned back on a table with his arms on each side to brace himself and let out a sigh.

“What I am allergic to?” I asked “Well we believe it was whatever your Mamy fed you when she came to visit. We had to pump your stomach so you’d survive.” “Mamy only gave me the same vitamins she gives me every week. I’ve never gotten sick before.” “Well, you actually have.” “What?” I screeched. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. He couldn’t be telling the truth. Mamy only wanted to help me get better. “Yes, last week we had to do the same thing, about an hour after your Mamy left we put you under, and whatever she fed you got into your system and caused an allergic reaction. What’s worse,” he said, “is that we told her not to bring them again, that they would kill you, but she did anyway.” “Why?” I asked, slowly beginning to cry, not knowing who to trust anymore. “We think she has been trying to slowly poison you. Whenever you see her you end up sick. Isn’t that right?” “Well, yes.” I said, “But I thought it was just an after-effect from over-stimulation, or the medicine, or anything but my Mamy.” “Well I hate to be the one to tell you this, although you’ve probably figured it out by now, but we can’t let you see your mother until a formal investigation has been conducted.” “No!” I started thrashing, and trying to get up from the bed. I screaming unintelligibly, feeling like I was losing my mind. The doctor shouted for the nurses. I heard the click-clack of a group of nurses running down the hall towards my room. I knew I was in for it. Each nurse grabbed a strap like the ones they use to tie down mental patients on fake hospital TV shows. They tied my legs, arms, and torso to the bed, too tight for comfort, too tight for movement. They decided to leave me tied there as a punishment while the nurses tended to the doctor. Apparently I had bitten him during the ordeal, and now he was basking in all the attention of his beautiful colleagues. I was lying restrained, alone, in my room, with the lights off, the hallway light gradually growing dimmer, when I heared more squeaks. This time though it was not a doctor, a nurse or even Mamy. It was a teenage girl. She couldn’t have been more than a year or two older than me. She was hooked up to a rolling IV rack, the source of the squeaking. She was tall, but horrifyingly gaunt. In her bony, bluish hand she held a piece of paper. It seemed as if she were clutching it for dear life as she came towards me. She looked around before entering my room, checking for doctors and nurses. The girl dragged herself right up next to me. She looked stern, but for some reason I wasn’t afraid of her. In her eyes, I could see kindness. She thrusted her long skeletal arm toward me. “From Mamy,” she said weakly. Without another word she dragged herself back out of the room, down the dim hallway, and out of sight. I uncrumpled the paper she had handed me. At first, in the dark, I couldn’t make out what it said. The more I stared at it though, the more the words started to reveal themselves to me.

Oh Baby, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this sooner. I have to prepare you. This might sting a little honey. You’re not sick. Your brother was not sick either. It’s the doctor’s who are sick, sick in the mind. Your entire life, they have been giving you drugs you don’t need, that actually do make you sick. They did the same to your brother.

The day you were born, they whisked you away from me. They put you straight in the NICU. How foolish of me it was to trust them again. They had tubes and wires coming out of you every place they thought they could stick em. They made an appeal to the state. They said that you needed around the clock care, that you were sickly and if you didn’t get their treatment you would die in a few weeks. Of course the state believe them, they are doctors of course. They told me it would be illegal for me to take you out of the hospital, and that it would be child abuse if I took you time, because of course you would die if I did so. I had no choice I had to leave you with them. So I devised a plan. I was not just going to sit back and watch like when they did this to your brother. I was going to do something about it. So, I made your vitamins. They truly contain only two ingredients, charcoal and morphine. The charcoal to force you to throw up whatever rubbish they have put in your body, and the morphine to knock you out and numb the pain. I think they have finally found a way to use this against me and prove it in court, so I will probably be arrested soon for giving you medicine against your doctor’s orders. Here is where you need to listen. I know you’re not a baby anymore and that’s why I believe you can do this. For the next few days, play dumb, play sick, do whatever it takes to convince the doctors that you are on their side. Act as weak as you can so that they think their poisons are working. Build up your strength. When you think you are strong enough, hide some rations in your hospital gown and run. run. Run. RUN. Go through the doors at the end of your hallway. Don’t turn around to look at the front of the building. I can assure you, you are not at the hospital anymore. All you’ll see is a sign for an old broken down experimental human laboratory. You need to run as fast as you can. Run through the woods to the street about a mile on the other side. Across that street is a Church. I have given the pastor the next steps. Get to him and you will be safe. I hope to see you again baby, but I can’t promise anything. Make me proud. Love, Mamy

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Andrew Bogut, Animals, and Bones: adorable, friendly, playful, AVERAGE RATED bouncy, happy, affectionate,youkme tolerant, solicits attention, housetrained, lived in harmony wl small dog, well behaved when she met kids on the street Spayed & Ready To Gol Sweg medicn stall Gire c.o at munhattan acc **** TO BE KILLED - 1/26/2018 **** SARABI'S OWNER HAS TO REPORT FOR MILITARY DUTY and, in turn, Sarabi was placed into the care of the Manhattan shelter. There's got to be a better plan for the pets of soldiers, especially one as sweet as Sarabi, a happy brindlicious girl who even the medical staff has fallen in love with, lamenting about what a sweet girl she is. Sarabi also has an amazing AVERAGE RATING to add to an already-glowing resume and that means she's well behaved and tolerant with loads of potential. Her time is up at the shelter and Sarabi is badly in need of a hero and a home. Cute, sweet, friendly, fun, bouncy and spunky - Sarabi is spayed and ready to head to a home where she'll be safe and as snug as a bug in a rug and loved forever and unconditionally. Don't walk - RUN to Manhattan ACC and snatch up this slice of sunshine. SARABI@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Sarabi My animal id is #18580 I am a desexed female brown brindle dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 3 years years, 64 lbs Came in shelter as owner surrender Jan. 18, 2018 Reason Stated: Military Duty Sarabi is at risk for medical reasons, having been diagnosed with Canine Infectious Respiratory Disease Complex, which is contagious to other dogs. Behaviorally, we have no concerns for Sarabi, whom we believe would be suitable for most homes. My medical notes are... Weight: 64.5 lbs L V T Notes Vet Notes 19/01/2018 [LVT Intake Exam] Microchip Scan: positive 985112008679471 Evidence of Cruelty: no Observed Behavior: very bouncy and playful, friendly Sex: spayed female Estimated Age: reported 3y Subjective: seemingly healthy animal, slightly overweight, some slight dandruff Eyes: clear Ears: clean Oral Exam: mild staining Heart: WNL Lungs: WNL Abdomen: WNL Musculoskeletal: slightly overweight 5.5/9 BCS Mentation: BARH Preliminary Assessment: seemingly healthy animal Plan: DVM intake 19/01/2018 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 2 years Microchip noted on Intake? Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : O surrender due to personal circumstance Subjective: BAR, very sweet Observed Behavior - BAR, very affectionate, allows all medical handling. During/after vaccine, pet wanted belly pets. Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective T = NT P = 120 R = pant BCS 5-9/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam:slight tarter on max canines PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: SF, green tattoo, no mgt, dc MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: NP Assessment 2 year old SF PitX 1. Healthy Prognosis: Excellent Plan: 1. Rabies today 2. Make available SURGERY:SF 22/01/2018 S/O -BAR, sweet girl! friendly and allows all handling! -sneezing, excessive serous nasal discharge -appears eupnic A 1. CIRDC P -move to isolation -doxycycline 300 mg PO SID x 14 days -cerenia 60 mg PO SID x 4 days Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 1. Green Behavior History Behavior Assessment Sarabi was very loose bodied she was jumping around and galloping. She lied on my lap and was rolling over for belly rubs. She listened to the cues i gave for sit stay and down an when he was on the leash she followed me by my side. When i went to put her in the kennel she walked right in and took treats from my hand. Date of Intake: 1/18/2018 Spay/Neuter Status: Spayed Basic Information:: Sarabi is a female tan brindle medium mixed breed dog that is estimated to be 3 years old. Her previous owner got her 3 years ago when someone the street was giving her away and she decided to take her home. She stayed with them for 3 years until her family had to move into a military base and she was not allowed in it. Previously lived with:: 2 Adults, 1 Small Breed Dog How is this dog around children?: Sarabi was not around children in her previous home but is very friendly with children she sees on walks. How is this dog around other dogs?: Sarabi lived with a small breed dog and was very friendly with him they wouldn't spend much time together. How is this dog around cats?: Sarabi was not around cats in her previous home. Resource guarding:: Sarabi isnot bothered by people going near her food or toys Bite history:: Sarabi has no history of having bitten another person or animal Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High Energy, Affectionate, Playful Other Notes:: Sarabi tends to destroy her stuffed toys. and cried and tries to hide under the bed if she hears a loud noise. She is nervous when being bathed but will sit calmly until she is told she can leave.She enjoys being brushed and when people try to grab her paws she tries to play with them. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No For a New Family to Know: Sarabi is an affectionate dog that enjoys playing with squeaky toys, rope and bones. She will play fetch by herself at home all day. She prefers to be indoors most of the day and mainly eats dry food. She is very house trained and never has accidents at home. She does tend to pull on the leash when she is excited and will Date of intake:: 1/18/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: Yes Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 3 years) Previously lived with:: Adults and a small dog Behavior toward children:: Friendly Behavior toward dogs:: Friendly with the dog in the home Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: None reported Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Sarabi is described as affectionate and playful with a high level of activity. Date of assessment:: 1/22/2018 Look:: 2. Dog pulls out of Assessor's hands each time without settling during three repetitions. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog leans into the Assessor, eyes soft or squinty, soft and loose body, open mouth. Tag:: 1. Dog assumes play position and joins the game. Or dog indicates play with huffing, soft 'popping' of the body, etc. Dog might jump on Assessor once play begins. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Paw squeeze 2:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Flank squeeze 1:: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2:: Item not conducted Toy:: 1. Dog settles close, keeps a firm grip and is loose and wiggly. Dog does not place his/her body between you and the toy. Summary:: Sarabi quickly approached the assessor in the assessment room with a soft body. She was social throughout the assessment, allowed all handling, and displayed no concerning behaviors. Summary:: DOG-DOG INTERACTION ASSESSMENT: The previous owner of Sarabi reports that she appeared friendly toward the other dog in the home. Sarabi has had limited interaction with dogs in the care center. Though intially tense and avoidant, she was observed to open up and engage in play. Sarabi has displayed potential to become over aroused by play behavior. Slow future introductions are recommended between Sarabi and respectful dogs. Summary (1):: 1/19: When introduced off leash to a male greeter dog, Sarabi is tense and mostly avoids interaction. Summary (2):: 1/20: Sarabi engages in soft bouncy play with a male dog. She becomes over aroused after a few minutes and is removed from the pen. Date of intake:: 1/18/2018 Summary:: Sarabi had a loose body and was jumping around. Date of initial:: 1/18/2018 Summary:: Sarabi was active and social. ENERGY LEVEL:: Sarabi's previous owner described her as having a high level of activity. She is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep her engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: Sarabi consistently displays highly social behavior with handlers in the shelter environment. She maintains a loose wiggly body throughout interactions and solicits attention from handlers. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: AVERAGE (suitable for an adopter with an average amount of dog experience) Behavior Asilomar: H - Healthy * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs. It should read, "reserve in progress". That is YOUR reserve. Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org At-Risk Animals Thank you for your interest in adopting from Animal Care Centers of NYC. Our At Risk List is posted each day (except Saturday) at 6:00PM and remains viewable until 12:00PM noon the following day. newhope.shelterbuddy.com HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email adoption@nycacc.org Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 Available Animals Thank you for your interest in adopting from Animal Care Centers of NYC. Our At Risk List is posted each day (except Saturday) at 6:00PM and remains viewable until 12:00PM noon the following day. newhope.shelterbuddy.com