November 14
All of this year, I have yet to turn something in,
an assignment specifically, late. Assuming blogs do not count. On top of all of
the other work, college shenanigans and life, blogs aren’t exactly something I
am remembering to do anymore. Behind a week, or a few days, who knows; all one
can do is hope that it doesn’t have some adverse effect and ruin everything I’ve
tried to work for. That reminds me, I have to wake up early to finish homework.
I thought senior year was supposed to be fun.
On to something exciting – I saw a man with
twenty-four broken ribs. His entire chest, completely bruised, his skin,
beginning to peel and bleed. His heart began to beat. How much strain it must’ve
gone through for that man to have gone through what he did. More than three
hours of CPR, a pulse caught and lost a minimum of six times within those few
hours; Enough epinephrine to make up 90 per-cent of his blood, so much
epinephrine. After an ultrasound, a lung x-ray, and being diagnosed with both
pneumonia and sepsis, it is difficult to determine if he will make it through
the night. I can only imagine that, if he does indeed wake up (not that I will
find out anytime soon, if at all) he will be hurting, a lot, and for an
extremely long time; doctors cannot do much about a broken rib, but this man
will have to go through many surgeries.
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