Hope that one day, you aren’t SCREAMING on a hospital floor from your bed for someone to kill you.
Like my mother, a nurse, heard all the time in the cancer ward.
I had a head injury...the head pain was so severe that I slept with a bottle of opoiods in my hand for a year in case I couldn’t take it anymore.
Judge not, lest you be judged.
See Post 8..
Most people who claim they know for certain what they would do in that situation, are just being dishonest with themselves.
Yes, I know they may actually believe it, but its a wholly different when something like this goes from being a hypothetical to your reality.
I am glad you were able to get through and come out the other side.
Sorry that should be post 10, not 8
“Like my mother, a nurse, heard all the time in the cancer ward.”
Seven years ago, I was admitted to the oncology ward at a hospital here in the Twin Cities. Thankfully, my stay was shorter than most and I left on my own feet instead of in a body bag.
I never forgot the sounds of people down the hall who were having pain. It wasn’t screaming or yelling - but I remember the sounds and occasional words coming from the other patients.
That is the last 3-6 months for a lot of us.
Not to mention the indignity of bedpans and sponge baths, and the potential for delirium to give your loved ones some really bad memories.
“Judge not, lest you be judged.”
You can always count stories like this to bring out FR’s sanctimonious blowholes.