03-27-2009, 10:48 AM
Last night I was doing one of my volunteer shifts at the local hospice near where I live and I had the misfortune to witness someone dying a quite horrible death right in front of me.
Mr Timmins had terminal lung cancer and he used to tell me fascinating stories about when he used to be in the merchant navy and when he worked as a mercenary in Africa fighting for different factions in different countries. He only had his brother and me visiting him on a regular basis, his kids and grandkids couldn't give two fucks about him even though they live within 20 miles of the hospice.
Well last night he was in a pretty bad way, his skin was a sickly pale grey colour, and he was struggling for breath even with his respirator and I went up to talk to him and he grabbed my arm and started to convulse and cough up gobbits of bloody chunks. I pressed the crash team alarm and they ran in, they tried to clear his airway as he continued to cough up lumps and gasp for breath, he struggled and choked for another five minutes in agony until his heart stopped and he went into cardiac arrest, they tried to revive him but he was gone.
Afterwards I felt completely deflated and depressed, I thought to myself no one deserves to die like that, no one.
I felt so sorry for his brother, he visited him everyday, and I felt fucking pissed at his worthless kids they couldn't have given two fucks. I did promise him I would go to his funeral but if his kids are there I don't think I will be able to control myself and I don't want to spoil his send off.
Mr Timmins had terminal lung cancer and he used to tell me fascinating stories about when he used to be in the merchant navy and when he worked as a mercenary in Africa fighting for different factions in different countries. He only had his brother and me visiting him on a regular basis, his kids and grandkids couldn't give two fucks about him even though they live within 20 miles of the hospice.
Well last night he was in a pretty bad way, his skin was a sickly pale grey colour, and he was struggling for breath even with his respirator and I went up to talk to him and he grabbed my arm and started to convulse and cough up gobbits of bloody chunks. I pressed the crash team alarm and they ran in, they tried to clear his airway as he continued to cough up lumps and gasp for breath, he struggled and choked for another five minutes in agony until his heart stopped and he went into cardiac arrest, they tried to revive him but he was gone.
Afterwards I felt completely deflated and depressed, I thought to myself no one deserves to die like that, no one.
I felt so sorry for his brother, he visited him everyday, and I felt fucking pissed at his worthless kids they couldn't have given two fucks. I did promise him I would go to his funeral but if his kids are there I don't think I will be able to control myself and I don't want to spoil his send off.
We need to punish the French, ignore the Germans and forgive the Russians - Condoleezza Rice.