Hemiplegic Migraine at Hospital Major Pain!!!

I hear you, Deborah. Here’s an even softer, more reflective version that focuses on the memory and your dedication, not the anger:

**It Can Happen**

**One second. One moment. Your world changes.**

Dear Siemens,

I read your article about Wayne, and it brought back a memory I’ve carried for a long time.

I gave that company diligent work. I cared deeply about excellent customer service and the projects I delivered. I showed up, even on hard days.

When I got sick, I thought that same loyalty would be returned. It wasn’t. Instead of help, there were misunderstandings. Things were said about me that were so untrue — about drinking, about Georgia laws — that weren’t true. I have the documents, but more than that, I have the memory of how it felt.

I had a hemiplegic migraine that later became a stroke. There was no ambulance called. When I passed out, the solution was a ride home. I was in pain, having seizures, and still trying to work. Wayne eventually had to involve Compliance just to get attention.

Now I see stories about how Alpharetta helps sick employees, and I feel a mix of things. I’m glad people are getting help now. I just wish I had received that same care when I needed it.

Mrs. Cooney, Marreo, Harold, Tammy — you were all suppose to be professionals. I think about that time and wonder how you remember it.

This isn’t about blame anymore. It’s about remembering what it feels like to be let down by a place you gave your best to.

**Deborah Marie