Showing posts with label pressure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pressure. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

If it isn't on Paper

26th October 2016

My Dear (health related employer),

I have a BA in Psychology from CSU Fullerton and have spend four years of my life working with the homeless population of Hollywood and where as you may think this experience is irrelevant to your work I can assure you that it is very similar. I most often dealt with cannabis but other drugs were common issues at this work.

It was considered very important to document activities and problem behaviors on the part of clients. There were Case Managers at my facility that in a span of ninety days would get notes from no other person than myself. I will admit that I have been accused of over documenting, but that is only because I believe the work is so important.  Further, I believe that if it is not on paper than it did not happen so I write everything that happens down.

I’ve talked clients down from suicide, watched over clients experiencing withdrawal, and called for medical aid in dealing with clients who have overdosed. In addition, I’ve spend my whole life working with a mentally disabled member of my family.    

What you get with me is a man who can stand high pressure situations. People have been entrusting me with their lives for nearly two decades now in the field of security and I never let them down.

Best,

Richard Leland Neal


Monday, February 1, 2016

Wounded Dog

10th November 2013
Dear Cassi,
       
Pork Chop’s wound is a bloody mess. I woke to find that he had bled all over the garage and left stains on the concrete in the side run. I made a pressure bandage for him but he rustled it off so I went to the store and got things for another. This held, but I could see the blood coming through the gauze pads I had used.
       
My first try at this involved confectioner’s sugar, paper towels, and a pressure band I use for my back. The powder would dry minor bleeding and the sugar would stop infection, but there was just too much blood. The end result of this looked much worse than it was as a glob of the sugar was soaked with blood hanging from the dogs face. It looked like a chunk of skin.
       
At the vet they told me to put pressure on the wound if it bled more and so I have to no result. After fifteen hundred dollars this should have been a clean deal but no. My dog’s blood has stained the walls of my home. I have done all I can to stop the bleeding. 
       
My end result was a bandage that looked like it would hold rather well, but there was just so much bleeding. I’m spend and in hard need for sleep now, Cassi, but I know I need to take the dog to the vet shortly.

No fear, little sister,


Richard Leland Neal