Death by Peanutbutter. CP
Not words I'd ever expected to say, ya know? Yet here it is. Death by peanut butter sandwich. People wonder why my hackles instantly raise when they begin to speak of the heath system in America. They wonder why I damned near begin to growl when someone mentions nursing homes. Death by PB. Really, that's all I've got to say anymore. Yeah, even young, healthy individuals can choke to death. I know this. I know it's happened. I've almost choked to death myself before I managed to clear my throat. I know. The thing is, I'm young and healthy and I'm allowed to have a PB&J sandwich if I so desire. But this particular patient was not allowed to have peanut butter sandwiches. In fact, she had dysphagia. That's a swallowing problem, as in the patient couldn't do it very well. As such, for two months before this patient died, they were placed on a mechanical soft diet. As for what that is, think babyfood. Now, last I checked, a PB sandwich =/= mechanical soft diet. Death by peanut butter sandwich. Those words keep ringing in my ears. It is, honestly, not all that often that I want to nail a home to the freaking wall. This would be one of them. Seriously, WTF? Criminal negligence. Seriously.