Sunday, July 26, 2009

UNC Hospitals Volunteer Services, Verano 2009

Bueno, ¿por dónde comenzar?

Este verano tuve la dicha de trabajar en el Hospital de niños de Carolina del Norte como voluntaria. Inicialmente, decidí ser voluntaria por el mero hecho de que las escuelas de medicina le prestan atención al renglón de servicio comunitario en la solicitud del aplicante. Mi meta #1 es ir a la escuela de medicina, así que, por supuesto, tengo que poner de mi parte y trabajar al 110%. Comencé por el área del voluntariado porque lucía como un "no-brainer".

He escuchado los mil y un mitos sobre el voluntariado... Que si ¡las escuelas de medicina piensan que es una pérdida de tiempo, porque leer cuentos y jugar con niños no te da experiencia médica! Que ¡si tu empiezas a ser voluntaria desde ahora, las escuelas de medicina te van a amar, porque eso demuestra que de verdad te importa la medicina y el trato al paciente! Que si ¡esto! Que si ¡lo otro! ¡Ay, dios, qué ostia! Bueno, al fin y al cabo decidí hacer algo con mi verano. Cualquier cosa resultaría ser más fructífera que estar en mi cuarto encerrada como un búho.

Escogí ser intérprete para los padres de los pacientes (los martes) y supervisora del salón de juegos (los jueves). Aparentemente, todos mis compañeros de trabajo estaban impresionados porque era bilingüe. Para mí, nunca fue un "big deal"... Total, lo único que tenía que saber hacer era hablar.

Cuando entré al mundo del voluntariado, jamás imaginé que mi niche en el hospital iba a ser tan relevante. Al principo, enterraba mi barbilla en mi pecho cuando le pasaba por al lado a algún(a) doctor(a), porque me sentía inferior. Dos meses más tarde, mi actitud cambió radicalmente, pues aprendí que los voluntarios producían un gran impacto positivo en el hospital.

Cada martes, iba cuarto por cuarto, ofreciéndole refrigerios a los padres cansados y asustados de los pequeños pacientes. Siempre pensé que los padres y/ o familiares montaban un "show", dándome las gracias por ser tan buena. Mi trabajo no era nada del otro mundo... Simplemente, no entendía por qué trataban mi hospitalidad como si fuera el tesoro más preciado del mundo.

Al cabo de varias semanas, me empapé de las situaciones que los padres de los pacientes tenían que enfrentar... los malos ratos, las sorpresas no tan agradables, simplemente ver a sus hijos tirados, inmóbiles en una camilla... ¡"No wonder" que me daban las gracias, cómo si fuera el Mesías! Una taza de café gratis podía hacer la diferencia entre un día malo y un día menos malo. Una sonrisa y diez minutos de conversación alegre hacían toda la diferencia del mundo.

Entonces, fue que entendí que mi meta primordial era tratar a todos los presentes como seres humanos. Mi experiencia pasó a ser "algo que necesitaba hacer para entrar a la escuela de medicina" a "algo que necesitaba hacer para aliviarle un poco las penas a esta gente tan triste y desafortunada, brindar sonrisas, apoyo y palabras de aliento". De veras ni me importaba lo que pensara o dejara de pensar la escuela de medicina.

Durante mi útlima semana como voluntaria, un empleado del 5to piso (oncología), expresó su alegría al ver que me preocupaba por cada detalle del bienestar de los pacientes, sus padres y familiares. Yo simplemente le contesté que alguien tenía que hacerlo, y que prefería que ese alguien fuera yo.

Es verdad que no adquirí información de tremendo valor médico, pero sí aprendí por qué quiero ser doctora. Me di cuenta que, legítimamente, me interesa el bienestar de todos los que requieren atención médica y sus familiares. Esta experiencia me brindó seguridad, al hacerme sentir "a gusto" en un hospital, aunque estuve rodeada de escenas muy fuertes y desgarradoras al alma. Me probé a mi misma que sí podía trabajar en condiciones tan tristes. Y esa es la mejor enseñanza de todas; algo que no se aprende en los salones de clase. Solidaridad. Apoyo. Esfuerzo. Buenas intenciones. Sentido de hermandad. La satisfacción de saber que le brindaste tranquilidad, aunque sea instantánea, a una familia emocionalmente quebrantada. Esta ha sido la mejor decisión que he tomado en buen tiempo. Espero regresar el próximo semestre; se los recomiendo a todos los que quieran hacer una diferencia en la vida de otros.

Cheers,
Char

Friday, July 24, 2009

B♭ - Murder Mystery Draft

Summer is too long and uneventful. That's why I decided to write a murder mystery. I usually focus on vers libre, so story writing is well out of my comfort zone. I do have a general plot, but still don't know how the smaller events are going to unfold. I'd like to dedicate this story to Michael James, my #1 cheerleader, who "busts my ass" whenever I feel like giving up. Thank you. Also, to Ariel de la Torre, my friend for 13 years, another weirdo scientist-writer like myself. Thank you. I decided to write this in English so Michael could understand, so I'll do my best.

Note: This is an "R" rated story, intended for a 18+ or mature audience. Read at your own risk.

Please disregard the crazy indentations. They're a bit off...

***
(Draft)

B

Charlene Joy Ruiz

Disclaimer: I do not own Skittles or Mars, Inc. in any way, shape, or form. Any resemblance to real events and/or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. No Skittles were harmed in the making of this story.

Chapter 1:

Wishing a pompous bitch dead is one thing, but seeing her corpse spread-eagle in front of you, is another.

~

Just as I thought, my Gab was sitting on our red sofa waiting for me. I knew I was in deep shit when her face resembled the color of our furniture… “Why, hello there! Look who the wind just blew in!” I tried to explain what had happened earlier at the office, but she wouldn’t shut it. My baby Gabrielle—hotheaded as fuck. Let the ranting begin! “I spend the whole damn day in this house! Always in the darkroom, feel like a freaking owl! Work my skinny ass off waiting for you to come home! I don’t even see you no more! And the food’s cold! But you don’t care! You just don’t give a flying fu--…”

“Hey, babe, it’s my time of the month. Not yours.” Three knocks on the door came to my rescue. “Police!”

Gab looked at me with a surprised but tentative curiosity when she saw two policemen standing outside our door. She relaxed her stance as she looked the policemen up and down. "Can I help you?" She asked softly.

"Good evening, ma’am. Ms. Porthos?" one of the policemen asked.

"Oh, I'm Sam's girlfriend."

"We need to speak to him, is he in the house?"

She looked confused for a moment, but upon realizing they really were policemen and not strippers, her temper flared right back up as she looked at me and asked, "What did you do now?!"

“Um, I’m Sam Porthos. Is this about Joie Fern?”

“Excuse me, this is serious. We’ve got a warrant.”

“I—I don’t understand?”

The rest of his words seemed to jumble up in my head. “What the hell’s going on, Sam?” “We’ve got a warrant!” “Please, step aside ma’am.”

Shit. They knew.

***

It had not been long since Joie Fern had inherited her uncle’s opulent fortune, that she decided to invest her first millions in buying the Skittles confectionary in Waco, TX. Hm, what can I say?! The glossy bits of colorful sugar had always been one of Joie’s biggest guilty pleasures. Two decades ago, we would sit on her front porch and pop them in our mouths one by one, until they turned white. Fast-forward into the future, and here I am— her dead body before me, a mouthful of Skittles spewing out of her full, lifeless lips.

Knowing Joie, I knew it had been an accident. Her life had been an eternal pas de deux with gluttony; always putting away more than what she could carry. I looked into her glazed, fake emerald eyes and told her that she had it coming. I leaned down and lowered her eyelids, and walked away examining the remnants of her smoky eyeshadow on my fingertips. “Why did you pig out like that?” My fingers trembled as I dialed 9-1-1-.

Joie’s secretary rushed into the penthouse office and had a screaming fit when she saw her boss on the Skittle-strewn Persian carpet. Her panic-stricken face confronted me in confusion, as if searching for a “How?” or a “Why?”

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?” The thought of foul play never crossed my mind.

***

Six hours later, I was at the police station getting my fingers inked. The cops said they had to rule me out as a suspect. Poor Gab. Her tired eyes begged for sleep, but she never left my side. I really do love her. “You better wash those hands good, babe… Don’t want you inking my--…”

“Sam Porthos?” I could not have gotten up faster. “This way, please.”

The detective offered me some coffee, which I gladly accepted. “How long have you known the deceased?”

“We went to elementary school together, so I’d say, about twenty years.”

“How would you describe your relationship with the victim?”

“Tumultuous. We were very close friends all throughout school, and then when we got to college, things changed. She changed. She just… became another person, someone I didn’t want to be associated with. As you already probably know, she had quite a few discrepancies with the law. She just hung out with the wrong people. Funny how we both ended up working for Skittles… We stopped talking for years, and boy, did I get the surprise of my life when I learned she was going to be my boss!”

“Ms. Fern’s secretary informed us that you wished her dead. Will you please elaborate on that?”

“Well, I—you see… Ms. Fern wasn’t an easy person to deal with. She mistreated her employees. She even--.”

“Please, answer this. Did you, or did you not wish Ms. Fern dead?”

“Yes. I did. But, let me tell you something, sir. I wasn’t the only one.”

“So, you do know of anybody who might have wanted to harm Ms. Fern?”

“Oh, plenty. She wasn’t exactly a sweetheart. Many of my coworkers joked around with the idea of poisoning her coffee, and such. But, this is on a whole other level. I’m positive none of them would’ve gone so far as to actually killing her. If you ask me, I think she went on one of those eating sprees.”

“Eating sprees?”

“Yes, she usually gulped stuff down whenever she was feeling uneasy. She just ate the nights away, always thinking of how to make ridiculous fortunes without spending her money. Always cutting down on salaries and benefits and…”

“Porthos. Did you know that we found multiple severe abrasions in Ms. Fern’s esophagus?”

“Come again?”

“She didn’t just choke to death, Porthos. We believe an object was forcibly and repeatedly shoved down her throat, causing major lesions and internal bleeding. The killer apparently thought it amusing to stage a colorful accident. We didn’t find an object on-scene that could have caused this type of damage. We searched your property and found nothing. The murder weapon is missing and the killer is at large. Now, Porthos, would you please stop the jibber-jabber and get down to business? Tell me, who killed Joie Fern?”

I lost my nerve. “Well, at least the bitch went how she liked it. I bet she enjoyed every minute of it. Never spit, always swallow! Serves her right for being such a who--”

“You better get yourself a lawyer, Porthos. You’re under arrest.”

***

This is just to give you a general idea of what I'm writing. I'd enjoy some feedback. I'll post Chapter 2 soon. Toodles!


Cheers,

Char

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Long time, no blog!

Hi friends!

So, as you already know, I finally moved to Chapel Hill!!! Moving requires a lot of effort and time, so I'm a bit behind updating my posts.

I've got good news! First, I love Chapel Hill! My family and I are very comfortable in our new place and are glad the hectic days of moving are over! Also, I started going to the gym, and I seriously recommend it to everybody! It feels great! And *drumroll, please* I'll be spending the 4th of July at my boyfriend's home in Asheville! I can't wait to see the in-laws and my Crosa's hometown. I'm sure we'll have a blast! Pics to come!!!

Cheers,
Char

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

New Haircut!

So, I finally decided to chop my hair off! 8 inches of it--BAM--GONE! All in less than 5 minutes! :D Hahaha! Thought I'd share with you all!

















Cheers,
Char

Thursday, June 4, 2009

My Favorite Song Ever

You MUST take a look at this wonderful video. I've never felt this great about a song or music video before. I really don't know why it makes my soul dance each time I listen to it. I actually stumbled across this video one morning right before my English class-- and it just made my day! My week, possibly. It's called "Her Beautiful Ideas" by The Guggenheim Grotto. Click on the link below to enjoy! Happy listening/ viewing!




Cheers,
Char