On 09/29/2015 at 3:18 PM SC received call from Marguerite Pa’s niece who reported that Pa has identified two girls Gabby and Yajaira he wants to be his aide but the agency told them his service were terminated. SC attempted to explain why the service was interrupted and next step; SC end call with Marguerite. SC then called Vital Support and briefly explained to receptionist and requested to speak with a manager. SC was transferred to Vitaliya at Vital Support Nurse manger. Vitaliya stated that the termination date is incorrect and service was provided to Pa beyond termination date and that SC need to change the dates so that they can receive payment.
Nutrition and Food Services at the Miami VA Healthcare System is managed as a team by all supervisors. The managers that run the Nutrition and Food Services (NFS) at the Miami VA include the Food Service Systems Manager, Veteran Experience Systems Manager, Clinical Nutrition Manager and the Assistant Chief/Operations Manager. The Chief of NFS, who is a registered dietitian, is responsible for establishing guidelines and ensuring compliance to provide a safe food supply for all patients and residents in the Community Living Center (CLC) according to their medical and nutritional needs. Clinical service procedures and organization is the main responsibility of the Clinical Nutrition Manager. Nonetheless, all the managers, Assistant Chief and Chief are involved in making important decisions in each nutrition and dietetic position.
Donna Meader and I met with Lois Ryan, Allison Conklin, and Kim Warren on 3/17/16 from 10:30 to 11:30 regarding Jackie Watson’s FMLA. The meeting was scheduled by Chris Flyntz specifically to inquire about what options Chris has as a supervisor and what choices the agency has as a whole in regards to Jackie Watson’s continued absence from work. To begin the meeting, Chris provided each attendee with a copy of a calendar which is used as a tracking device for Jackie’s FMLA hours as well as non-FMLA hours. The calendar presented recorded Jackie’s absences from April 13, 2015 to current (FMLA hours were typed in, while non-FMLA hours were hand written in). It was noted that Jackie’s current FMLA paperwork received from her doctor indicates that she may need to miss work intermittently 1-2 times per month with each episode.
Good Morning, I am writing you to bring to your attention an issue UHC is having with Morning Side Nursing Home located in Bronx, NY. The following members are enrolled in our UHC Personal Assist MLTC, authorized for long term custodial care. The facility has not been cooperating in submitting the conversion documentation to HRA for chronic care eligibility determination. I have contacted the facility’s Medicaid Coordinator Andrea Gurango since November of 2016 regarding member Kamrun Nehar and made arrangements to follow up with her in a few weeks on the status of the conversion application. From November till now I have called and sent emails to Andrea requesting status.
Please accept this letter as formal notification that I am resigning my position as Dietary Aid for Corry Memorial Hospital effective April 19th. Thank you for the opportunities you have provided me during my time with Corry Memorial Hospital. I have enjoyed working for the hospital and appreciate the support and patience provided me, not only amidst recent adversity, but throughout the entirety of my employment If I can be of any assistance during this transition, please let me
Hi Jeanette, I was hoping to talk to you in person. However, Wednesday you were cancelled and yesterday I attended an outside meeting. I have left you two voice mails and wanted you to reconsider this option of quitting without sufficient notice. Please feel free to call me to discuss this urgent matter.
Therefore, not much time left for self-care because when I was not caring patients, I was caring for my family. I slowly realized time was slipping me by and my children were growing up fast. Although I remained on staff at two facilities, in the last five years I decreased my workload to a basic forty hour week unless absolutely necessary. I reprioritized my life in an effort to spend more quality time with myself and my family. The would also allow relieve some chronic stress and hopefully decrease my blood pressure which had become borderline hypertensive.
In 2008 I was living a fairy tale. I relocated from Indiana to Georgia. Within a year I had 5 credit cards and new home and car. I got engaged to my middle school sweetheart. We purchased our first house which my father prepared my for ever since I was 18 years old.
I am a failure is all I could think. To say that my education was spiraling out of control would be an understatement. Efforts were not focused on improving myself through knowledge, and I certainly paid no attention to the subordination to my pedagogical superiors. My grades were suffering, I gave no prudence to my future, and whatever energy I had left after my tomfoolery was concentrated to embellishing a facade of aplomb. But, I am not here to brood over my past mistakes and failures; I am here to enlighten them, illuminating my transformation from a distracted child to a self-driven young adult.
The value that I was able to find in this narrative writing assignment was the ability to be able to tell my story. It gave me the opportunity to actually think about myself and the life experiences I have gone through. Although, I often go back and reflect from time to time to see the growth in which I have overcome. While in other ways it was hard to believe I made it through those experiences. To reflect on the memories makes it all so real.
Anxiety replenished me when this essay was commenced as a responsibility, that I needed to accomplish. Writing is my specialty, but I did not think it would be this stressful, writing down so much information, Will I win? , Will this drop my grade if the judges don’t like it?, and more importantly, Will I win the contest? I already have so much homework on my plate from being an honors student. But I knew that as I journeyed through I can make it because failure is not acceptable and I’ll try my hardest even if it means I die of stress trying.
It’s the last week of summer before senior year. Technically, you know that it’s a week like any other. Seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, 10080 minutes, and a shit ton of seconds. But if it really was like any other week, there’d be no point in lying awake in bed at 3 AM.
I felt tears coming down my face as I could hear the voices in my head. I felt my body terribling as I just stood there in complete silence knowing what was going to be said. Growing up I was the child of the family who always shined like a star. I had more expectations since no one ever finsihed school in my family other than my brother. I knew what I was acapable of, and my limits.
“Wake up, you are going to be late for school,” my mom said as I lay half awake in my bed. “I will get ready in a few minutes,” now wide awake, I said. The first thing I did was when I got out of my bed was check my phone to see what time it was. It was about 7:20, 10 minutes past the usually time I wake up. Next, I scampered to the bathroom to take a shower.
What does it truly mean to be healed? I spent 8 years believing that it meant I was able to move forward, to stop crying, and to learn to love and trust again, but I was wrong. Healing from a traumatic event is impossible if you can’t face it head on, accept what you did to contribute to it and forgive yourself. It all seems simple, however, when you bury the pain and refuse to look, it’s much easier to avoid the healing process all together and walk with blinders on that shield you not only from the pain of the past but the beauty of the present. 8 years after my first marriage ended I found myself ending a second relationship that closely mirrored the first.
