Originally posted by SeitseAn Assistant Director of Nursing at the Rehab Care Facility (where I was confined for sixteen months) was routinely making her rounds one weekday afternoon. At the Nursing Station #3, while checking patient logs, Larissa who was the picture of health and fitness suddenly began swaying front to back then from side to side; within seconds she crumpled to the floor.
I've been brushed by death. Really. Due to personal reasons, I've spent months without end at a hospice ward, seeing people walking the last meters or actually passing, right next to me --I mean, in the next bed, in front of my eyes.
So, death has turned into a kind of non-subject for me, something which will happen with or without my consent, and a thing ...[text shortened]... t know why. It's kind of confusing.
Has any of you experienced something like this? Thoughts?
An R.N. Kathy who had just begun her shift immediately took charge of the situation: giving orders to call for an ambulance; checking her vital signs; placing a blanket over Larissa's body; elevating her head with a towel; and administering mouth to mouth resuscitation. Soon the ambulance responders arrived: deftly securing her unconcious body on the gurney and were on their way to the city's hospital emergency room. Following day we learned that Larissa never regained consciousness from a severe stroke, having departed this life in her mid-thirties the previous evening with family at her bedside.
Originally posted by SeitseSimilar experience at the Rehab Care Facility. January 2011 my son visited; doctor told him: "Your father is near death."
I've been brushed by death. Really. Due to personal reasons, I've spent months without end at a hospice ward, seeing people walking the last meters or actually passing, right next to me --I mean, in the next bed, in front of my eyes.
So, death has turned into a kind of non-subject for me, something which will happen with or without my consent, and a thing ...[text shortened]... t know why. It's kind of confusing.
Has any of you experienced something like this? Thoughts?
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyThat reminds me of something my dad would say. Sometimes he'd say "A miss is as good as a mile". Apparently death took a shot at you and missed. lol
Similar experience at the Rehab Care Facility. January 2011 my son visited; doctor told him: "Your father is near death."
Originally posted by SeitseSimilarly obsessed, I find myself every so often gravitating toward sites which contain the morbid poses of death.
I've been brushed by death. Really. Due to personal reasons, I've spent months without end at a hospice ward, seeing people walking the last meters or actually passing, right next to me --I mean, in the next bed, in front of my eyes.
So, death has turned into a kind of non-subject for me, something which will happen with or without my consent, and a thing ...[text shortened]... t know why. It's kind of confusing.
Has any of you experienced something like this? Thoughts?
While not complicit in the acts, I am nonetheless entirely engaged and enthralled with the thought of that end scene.
I want to weigh the soul as it leaves the body, want to know that being moves from here to there.
That membrane bridge is so impenetrable, it requires one's entire collection of tokens to access.
I don't think of the other side; I wonder more about the passing.
