Being an essential worker


Good morning my friends. This year has been tough with the pandemic and being an essential worker. In mid March I was on call and it was so difficult video chatting with patients that were sick and I had to refer them to the emergency room. Painfully I knew some of them would not make it.

It’s been so busy I didn’t process it. I got sick myself with Covid like symptoms but it turned out to be the flu. It sucked that last week of March. Then soon afterwards my beautiful coworker was found in a praying position on the floor in the morning in her home. She had a heart attack and tried to get to the phone and fell. Her grandson is my patient and he was devastated. Once again I had to stay strong.

My friend called me around the same time to tell me both her parents died of Covid one week apart. I couldn’t even go hug her and that was heart breaking. They were only in their late 50s. I’m 52 years old,

I then get a phone call from my friend that one of our mutual friends was in the hospital battling for his life. A severe heart attack at age 42. He died just few days shy of his birthday. He was a healthy beautiful person. He had just had a full cardiac check up too. What the heck? I almost cried but I couldn’t because as an essential worker and a parent you have to be strong for others.

I reached out to my friend for comfort to find out my Physician Assistant from my prior job had died and he was only 32. I just continued feeling crappy and so irritable.

In August my mom was hospitalized and required major heart surgery. She had hallucinations due to side effects of the anesthesia and the morphine given. My heart couldn’t take seeing my strong mom cry like a baby. I had to stay strong, I’m the only medical doctor in the family. I’m happy to state she is now better and almost at her baseline.

When I finally go back to work and check my labs I find out that the grandson of my deceased co-worker has to be sent to the emergency room. At age 26 he was diagnosed with cancer. His girlfriend is my patient and I fought back crying to provide her with comfort and strength.

I found myself burned out, irritable and so unenthusiastic. Could I possibly take anymore? I watched sad movies but no tears. I chopped onions and nothing.

I then got into a tiff with my 23 yr old daughter and I just cried and cried. I broke and I finally feel better. I decided to start a You-tube channel to motivate others. It made me realize that in motivating others I uplifted yourself. Here’s the link. Care to join me? Let me know what you think

With all my love Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Arise!


His life had ended in such bloodshed
His heart had stopped they all said

He should have stayed home instead
But he didn’t so now he’s dead

Arise from your slumber I heard someone say
I couldn’t believe it. No way!
The man woke up and saw another day

Do you believe in miracles? I do but then again I have witnessed them. Have you? Sending hugs from Brooklyn.

Guady G

Oh to dream. . . .

When I look into your eyes I get so lost
I need to be with you no matter the cost

I realize people would say I’ve lost my mind
But meeting you has left me in such a bind

You’re not mine and I realize that
But I’m drawn closer every time we chat

You touching my hand gives me such a feeling
I can’t help it but I am dealing

Why did you say hello to me that day in May?
Why did you have to hug me in such a provocative way?

I know it’s an impossibility and only a dream
But my body longs for you, I want to scream

I think it best if I avoid you right now
I must fight these urges! I must somehow!

I hope you enjoyed reading this blog post. Share, comment and like if you do. May you have a grand day. Hugs from Brooklyn.
Guady G

It’s never to late.


Young Paul used to love scribbling on the wall. But his parents didn’t want him to do it at all. It still echoes in his ear “Stop messing up the wall! Stop it Paul!”

Paul grew up and he never learned to read or write. Perhaps out of spite. It pissed off his parents that he refused to learn. But how could he when being creative is all he yearned?

When he was one the wall was his paper. Now at 31 he was a mere gum scraper. Paul got married and had a son but his wife was soon killed by a gun.

Paul became depressed and easily angered. One day his 2 yr old son took a marker to the wall. Paul grabbed the belt yelling “Stop! You shouln’t have done that at all!”

He then remembered his writing on the wall, his parents and his life overall. His anger eased as he picked up his son. He couldn’t be like his parents, he would be fun.

He then took the magic marker and scribbled on the same wall. He stood up straight and in tears said “I can learn to write on this wall”. This is My wall and my name is Paul!

With love Guady G

It’s never too late to change one’s behavior and reactions. Our children have their own dreams. Let’s help them flourish and not hinder them. Thank you for reading.