Posted on 05/22/2016 9:11:31 AM PDT by SandRat
Comas. Ha ha. There’s a funny topic. In the news recently was the story of a man named Jake Booth, who is a 35-year-old Army veteran living in Florida. He had suffered a heart attack as a result of a bad case of pneumonia and was put into a medically-induced coma. He woke from the coma on April 3, after a full 48 days of lying unconscious in a hospital bed. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw his closest friends and family members sitting anxiously by his side, waiting for him to speak his first words. You would think he would say something meaningful like, “Thank you my beloved friends and family members for waiting faithfully by my side until I recovered from this grave illness. If not for your prayers and loving support, I surely would have succumbed to the cold embrace of death itself.” Instead, the first thing he said was, “I want Taco Bell.”
You have to wonder how his family members and friends, who sat loyally by his bed for over a month, felt after learning that their most beloved family member’s first words were to ask for cheap, imitation Mexican food instead of one of them. Not that I blame him. When you get the munchies from being in a coma for 48 days, you just can’t beat a bag of Taco Bell soft tacos (Note to millennials: I’m not making a drug reference here).
I’m assuming that after Jake is fully recovered he will be offered a job as the new spokesman for Taco Bell. What could be better for the marketing geniuses at Taco Bell than to use an Army veteran to be the new Taco Bell Chihuahua. Jake is probably going to be eating free tacos for life. I just hope that all the other fast food giants don’t start kidnapping military veterans and putting them into medically induced comas after showing them photos of their products and hoping they will ask for them when they wake up. Veterans from across the land could soon be waking up from comas and saying random things like, “Blimpies,” “Panda Express,” “Krispy Kreme,” or “Wienerschnitzel.”
Those Schnitzengrubens wipe me out...
Eat a lot of fruit with it...
I saw this a few days ago.
If I ever woke up from a coma asking for Taco Bell, I think my physician could safely assume that the coma had left me with irreparable brain damage.
Although I like Taco Bell tacos, an Italian beef sandwich from Portillo’s would be my choice.
I have a friend that is a recovery nurse at a surgery center. She says people say all kinds of odd stuff upon awaking. She is a great beauty and often is called an angel and has even been proposed to on the spot.
“Tell me, how is he?”
“I won’t lie to you, its bad.”
“Tell me, doctor. I need to know.”
“He says he likes Taco Bell.”
“Noooo!”
Never been in a coma, but when the docs were putting my stent in I was semi-awake and at one point asked them “Are we having fun yet?”
Prayers for a full recovery so he can enjoy that Taco Bell.
Much ado about nothing. Who knows...it could be a family joke or have some other meaning to those nearby.
I was in the hospital, Wound Vac in my left arm, PICC line in my right. After getting a little too much Ativan, I told the nurses changing the Wound Vac dressing they were turning me into a Borg.
Reminds me of the old THEY’LL DO IT EVERY TIME cartoons by Jimmy Hatlo.
Fireman is pulled from a burning building after he is knocked down by smoke inhalation!
Upon revival, the first words out of his mouth are...”Hey, Someone give me a smoke!”
I was prepped for open heart surgery & as they wheeled me toward the OR, I began singing Weird Al’s “Like a Surgeon”.
Woke up ten hours later.
;^)
During the 1939 Winter War some Finnish soldiers ducked into an unheated tent used for storing combat dead. As they lit up, an eerie voice came from the corpses, “Hey, give me a cigarette.”
To their amazement they found someone with five bullet holes in him, but he was not dead. His semi frozen state had kept him from bleeding out and they were able to save him.
When I woke up after my knee surgery I was ravenously hungry, everything tasted great even Wendy’s chili cheese fries.
OMW! You dredged up a memory. I was singing at the top of my lungs once after they had given me some propophol (sp?). And I have a very big voice — not particularly good, but I have great lung power. I’ll bet they couldn’t wait for me to conk out.
I actually knew that I was singing, but it seemed perfectly okay at the time. Embarrassed later when I remembered.
IMO opinion it is not that bad tasting, but who knows what’s in it? So I just pass on Taco HELL.
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