I hate Yale-New Haven Hospital. In case you didn't know that, I wanted to make it clear. I. HATE. HATE. HATE!!! Yale-New Haven Hospital. Not just because they murdered my wife, but because of the cycle of abuse and neglect that directly caused it.
Every time I hear about someone in the hospital, I get nervous. I get sick. I get sick and tight-chested just driving by. My mind automatically goes to the horrific things that happened there and the terrible way she died, and I start shaking and my heart starts pounding...
I know it's not the same with everyone. My mother, who has been a patient several times, is being released today with no complications. That's good. I've had friends who go in, and my own roommate goes there every couple weeks. He comes home fine. Doesn't change my attitude. It's BECAUSE everyone is different that this happened to my baby.
I can't even think right now. I'm just glad mom is coming home and that they didn't make her any worse than she already was.
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