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Post by Raven on Oct 2, 2024 1:31:38 GMT -6
I still remember her name. Grace.
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 20:59:17 GMT -6
She could still be alive.
I hope not. Her existence was hellish, from what I saw. She used some sort of straw to type on a screen. She had a full time personal aide, but her room was so small and bleak. Like a hospital room.
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:01:33 GMT -6
Her iron lung didn't even face the window. She could only see it in the mirror attached to the machine.
The windows didn't open, so no fresh air ever
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:12:28 GMT -6
lisr@ thst i erll broloe yhjr ferd minimuym wsge that was the minimum, mucho sucko You just aged yourself, fool. Tristas database grows... |
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:18:09 GMT -6
Her iron lung didn't even face the window. She could only see it in the mirror attached to the machine. The windows didn't open, so no fresh air ever Five fucking dollars an hour, and a lifetime of bad memories. But it did pay for my first car! $200 cash! And that thing rocked! Galaxy 500, baby! |
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:23:00 GMT -6
Did you know that I once had to clean the corpse of "Mr Caddilac" himself?
He was found in a hotel room with a badly broken leg, grimacing in pain...mind gone.
Placed in my and others care.
Anyhoo...rigor mortis was already setting in, and when he farted, we just bailed to the smoke room for an hour or so. It was a bad night, but for five dollars an hour, us two ordelys got through it, by gum
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:25:33 GMT -6
Have you ever heard a dying mans death rattle? It's real, and haunting
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:28:10 GMT -6
I hope I don't scream for my mommy when I am dying, like that guy in the normandy movie with forest gump. I don't want her to drag me down to Hell.
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:32:59 GMT -6
One patient wouldn't stop slapping me in the face when I was trying to sit him down on the toilet, and I grabbed his hand, and the skin just peeled off.
I ran for the nurse, and never had to deal with that old nut again
Noooo. I was assigned to Sarah, the chronic escapee that terrorized the fine rich folk that lived nearby.
No raise. Ever.
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:39:13 GMT -6
I once found a dead guy right after he crashed his motorcycle. The road was covered with blood coming out of his helmet.
It gets worse the further back I think.
Did I ever tell you a...i probably did
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:56:55 GMT -6
There should be a law against hiring teenagers to care for terminally old people at minimum wage. They deserve better.
The teens and the old farts.
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 21:59:45 GMT -6
I'm actually starting to think about my mortality! What if some snot nosed teenager dragged me into the bathroom and ripped my pants off and told me to take a shit, while standing there holding a roll of toilet paper?
Would I slap the shit out of him?
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 22:03:02 GMT -6
Anyhoo, after being assigned to Sarah for about a week, she took to splashing a glass of water in my face every day. Angry that she couldn't escape.
I turned to drugs.
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 22:12:19 GMT -6
Eventually the nightmares became too much, and I joined the Teamsters and bought an even cooler car. A buick Electra!
Good god, that thing was like a luxury boat! I could see the gas gauge drop suddenly when accelerating from a stop, but man, when that thing hit 80, it was like like flying in a pimpmobile! And the stereo! OMG
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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2024 22:14:35 GMT -6
That baby set me back $800!
That was a lot back then.
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