I had a stroke patient who lost all ability to communicate and move, but who was otherwise cognitively pretty intact. The nursing home had a two month turnover so the staff constantly changed with very little training, and the notes on the nursing software didn’t mention any of her preferences so the new staff would have to relearn everything by trial and error.
This patient could only communicate by becoming increasingly frustrated until she cried, and then she’d be inconsolable for hours. It was a perfect hell where she was totally dependent on others for every single thing and yet could never get the help she needed consistently.
I want that for John Fetterman. Stroke #2, you lock him in and throw away the key. I want him to have no mouth and an endless need to scream.
While I know probably a lot of terrible people get fucked over in such a way, I feel like most of my experiences involve relatively nice people just sorta fucked by a terrible set of circumstances.
Like when I still worked in a hospital setting, we had the sweetest woman with ALS, she brightened everyone’s day in just interacting with her despite her disease being super advanced and being dependent. The entire unit got depressed when we found out she died a few weeks later in the ICU. Also had a poor woman with a giant Kennedy ulcer that developed that for weeks just held on and also got revived by her defibrillator, despite being in agony almost all the time.
If there was a truly just and good God, monsters like Fetterman would be the ones locked in their bodies stuck in a terrible nursing home where they spend half the day sitting in their own shit until their skin dissolves leaving a giant pressure injury in its wake.
I had a stroke patient who lost all ability to communicate and move, but who was otherwise cognitively pretty intact. The nursing home had a two month turnover so the staff constantly changed with very little training, and the notes on the nursing software didn’t mention any of her preferences so the new staff would have to relearn everything by trial and error.
This patient could only communicate by becoming increasingly frustrated until she cried, and then she’d be inconsolable for hours. It was a perfect hell where she was totally dependent on others for every single thing and yet could never get the help she needed consistently.
I want that for John Fetterman. Stroke #2, you lock him in and throw away the key. I want him to have no mouth and an endless need to scream.
While I know probably a lot of terrible people get fucked over in such a way, I feel like most of my experiences involve relatively nice people just sorta fucked by a terrible set of circumstances.
Like when I still worked in a hospital setting, we had the sweetest woman with ALS, she brightened everyone’s day in just interacting with her despite her disease being super advanced and being dependent. The entire unit got depressed when we found out she died a few weeks later in the ICU. Also had a poor woman with a giant Kennedy ulcer that developed that for weeks just held on and also got revived by her defibrillator, despite being in agony almost all the time.
If there was a truly just and good God, monsters like Fetterman would be the ones locked in their bodies stuck in a terrible nursing home where they spend half the day sitting in their own shit until their skin dissolves leaving a giant pressure injury in its wake.
arterial plaque JDPON
sorry but
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the circulation will stop
Unlimited blood clots on John Fetterman