I think this is the word that best describes some of the obstacles we face in our daily lives, and health has become a barrier that’s quite difficult to overcome.
First of all, a big hello to everyone who’s part of this community—I hope you’re all feeling frustrated and angry enough to let off some steam here.
Today I’m talking about the Punta de Mata Hospital, where I’ve been for about three days now.
You know what’s really frustrating?
Being sick, feeling like everything is falling apart, watching your home crumble to pieces, seeing how many people want to help you—but unfortunately, a kind word or a donation just isn’t enough. It seems almost unbelievable, and if I stop to think about it, it might even sound disrespectful to all the people who, with such humility and love, have done their part.
Thanks to my friend bulliontools, over 700 HIVE were raised—a little less than $50—which was intended for repairing the roof of my house. However, with some extra help I received, I managed to raise approximately $270, which has been used to purchase various materials, including cement and bricks, as well as medicine.
And you know how frustrating and embarrassing it is to be unable to give a reasonable, understandable explanation—because, without sounding classist or xenophobic, only a Venezuelan truly knows what life is like in Venezuela. Everything is corrupt, from health exams to the paperwork for transportation documents; there’s literally corruption everywhere. For example, today I went to Villa to get some tests done that I’d paid for on Friday, and when I went there today—Monday—they told me that I needed an appointment, but to make an appointment I had to go to another office—and at that office they told me I needed the tests, but to get the tests I needed another appointment. So I had to get an appointment just to get the tests, then get the test results, and then get the corresponding appointment, and then get yet another appointment to finally be seen by a doctor.
Being in the middle of this whole situation alongside people whom I think I can call migrants—since they come from affected states all the way to our town seeking refuge and a roof over their heads—because I can’t talk about job opportunities since those are practically nonexistent.
And as you can see, amid so many frustrations that are raging in my mind, I really don’t know which one to focus on, but here I’ve listed all the things that have bothered me just today.
I hope you’re all doing well and that you truly cherish every minute of your lives and appreciate what’s around you—because you have no idea how awful it is to be in my situation.
Much love to everyone who reads these kinds of posts. See you soon.
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