Man found Stabbed 27 Times, Isn’t Rushed to Hospital
You know what I always found most interesting about worthless weekend warrior, pansy ass pathetic national guard chumps who guarded the rubble of the world trade center at ground zero after 9/11. It was the air of superiority, they never listened to anything, always assumed they were right despite overwhelming evidence that all they were doing was talking out their ass for no reason. When really no one asked them to in the 1st place.
The doctors here are a lot like that too. Well a lot of people are like that, but doctors in general are especially like that.
My irritability has turned into total lunacy, and no one seems to know what is going on. I am getting these sharp pains in my chest, which in my case is likely to be the black tar shit from the fire. It could also just be total panic attacks, I suggested to the doctors that it could be that. All they could do was ask why I was panicked.
Fucking Morons.
My whole world rocks from sweating bullets and shivering intensely at the same time to burning up. I have 14 blankets on me and am sweating so badly I end up lying in puddles of my own sweat but im so cold I cant even move.
They eventually even unhooked all the needles from my long-dead arms, hands and feet. Totally black and blue with so many collapsed veins im surprised my fingers still work. This was something so hard to deal with I cant even think about it to write about it. But its over so no more needles… EVER!
I have been allowed to drink liquids again, which is about the best feeling in the whole world at the moment. I have been going through about 2 gallons of juice and nonstop pitchers of water. I cant stop drinking things, even when im not thirsty the feeling of cool liquid in my mouth and on my throat is ecstatic.
The current wisdom on the subject is that I might have developed a blood clot in my legs which don’t work still and it could possibly have traveled to my heart.
WHAT!?!? I have heard of this, and even I know this is a generalized common type thing that could possibly happen to anyone and doesn’t have anything to specifically to do with me. But they insist on taking blood to find out.
NO FUCKING WAY! After a lot of screaming and yelling they finally held me down and proceeded to try and get blood. Try. And Try. After I told them my veins were dead and not to bother. After being stabbed so many times I cant even see stright, the doctor finally gave up and called the “IV Specialists” who then tried another 10 - 15 times, with me screaming in pain the whole time.
After they got it going after TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF STABBING I told them to take a gallon because it was the last time anyone was comin near me with a needle. There was already a gallon of blood on the bed sheets, all over me, all over the nurses and the various doctors. It looked like a scene from a slasher movie, which unfortunately it wasn’t.
This little episode, did little to improve my constant sweating, enormous pain and desire to hack everyone in the place into tiny bits with a bed railing.
The doctors here are a lot like that too. Well a lot of people are like that, but doctors in general are especially like that.
My irritability has turned into total lunacy, and no one seems to know what is going on. I am getting these sharp pains in my chest, which in my case is likely to be the black tar shit from the fire. It could also just be total panic attacks, I suggested to the doctors that it could be that. All they could do was ask why I was panicked.
Fucking Morons.
My whole world rocks from sweating bullets and shivering intensely at the same time to burning up. I have 14 blankets on me and am sweating so badly I end up lying in puddles of my own sweat but im so cold I cant even move.
They eventually even unhooked all the needles from my long-dead arms, hands and feet. Totally black and blue with so many collapsed veins im surprised my fingers still work. This was something so hard to deal with I cant even think about it to write about it. But its over so no more needles… EVER!
I have been allowed to drink liquids again, which is about the best feeling in the whole world at the moment. I have been going through about 2 gallons of juice and nonstop pitchers of water. I cant stop drinking things, even when im not thirsty the feeling of cool liquid in my mouth and on my throat is ecstatic.
The current wisdom on the subject is that I might have developed a blood clot in my legs which don’t work still and it could possibly have traveled to my heart.
WHAT!?!? I have heard of this, and even I know this is a generalized common type thing that could possibly happen to anyone and doesn’t have anything to specifically to do with me. But they insist on taking blood to find out.
NO FUCKING WAY! After a lot of screaming and yelling they finally held me down and proceeded to try and get blood. Try. And Try. After I told them my veins were dead and not to bother. After being stabbed so many times I cant even see stright, the doctor finally gave up and called the “IV Specialists” who then tried another 10 - 15 times, with me screaming in pain the whole time.
After they got it going after TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF STABBING I told them to take a gallon because it was the last time anyone was comin near me with a needle. There was already a gallon of blood on the bed sheets, all over me, all over the nurses and the various doctors. It looked like a scene from a slasher movie, which unfortunately it wasn’t.
This little episode, did little to improve my constant sweating, enormous pain and desire to hack everyone in the place into tiny bits with a bed railing.