ragdoll and ran
Maybe we can start again.
Only the young can break away.
The past few days, I've been drinking tons of tea. Mostly Chai or some kind of spice tea. Usually black; usually multiple cups in a day. I've also been experiencing REM rebound like crazy.
There have been a number of mornings where I've jolted from sleep as if shocked, literally, into it.
The worst so far was in a parking lot and I saw Jordan walking toward me, Jill too, and she had Ben's arm around her shoulders, and he had this ghastly look on his face; he was gasping for air.
They were trying to get him some medical attention, but after running into them, they were casually having a conversation with me while he brought less and less air into his lungs. Then he stopped altogether and Jordan lifted him up like a ragdoll and ran.
Some doctors hooked him up to a machine that counted breaths per minute and they just watched the number grow smaller and smaller. He mouth parted like a fish, the corners of his mouth turned down.
And they were doing nothing
to help him.
I woke up out of breath, myself. All this was after the already daunting scenario with Pat, who stayed with me in a loft warehouse.
The whole thing was a little too over the top.
Maybe this has to do with my small belief that many doctors/nurses don't put as much energy into their jobs as they should, and as a result, don't do what they easily could for many of their patients. There are some doctors and nurses out there that do what they can and whatever is in their power to help patients (I fully believe my father is one) and they master their professions.
They are few and far between.
Only the young can break away.
The past few days, I've been drinking tons of tea. Mostly Chai or some kind of spice tea. Usually black; usually multiple cups in a day. I've also been experiencing REM rebound like crazy.
There have been a number of mornings where I've jolted from sleep as if shocked, literally, into it.
The worst so far was in a parking lot and I saw Jordan walking toward me, Jill too, and she had Ben's arm around her shoulders, and he had this ghastly look on his face; he was gasping for air.
They were trying to get him some medical attention, but after running into them, they were casually having a conversation with me while he brought less and less air into his lungs. Then he stopped altogether and Jordan lifted him up like a ragdoll and ran.
Some doctors hooked him up to a machine that counted breaths per minute and they just watched the number grow smaller and smaller. He mouth parted like a fish, the corners of his mouth turned down.
And they were doing nothing
to help him.
I woke up out of breath, myself. All this was after the already daunting scenario with Pat, who stayed with me in a loft warehouse.
The whole thing was a little too over the top.
Maybe this has to do with my small belief that many doctors/nurses don't put as much energy into their jobs as they should, and as a result, don't do what they easily could for many of their patients. There are some doctors and nurses out there that do what they can and whatever is in their power to help patients (I fully believe my father is one) and they master their professions.
They are few and far between.