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Friday, November 28, 2014
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Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
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Patty was in a head on collision less than 4 hours ago and was barely alive, not expected to make it through the night. She was burned beyond recognition from the explosion the cars made, This treatment would give her a chance to live but could take years before restoring her to a normal 25 year old woman.
Mrs. Slater offered to fund the treatments and the parents overcome with grief and knowing they would be planning a funeral otherwise had signed. They watched what was left of their daughter being loaded into a private van equipped with medical supplies and machines.The ER doctor looked on in disbelief and then walked away. Mrs. Slater had shut down his protests and dismissed him.
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feces out onto the cart and the floor and herself. This made her throw up again and through her eyes, to dry to cry she saw the a face come to the door.
The face was masked (probably against the odors) and pointed a hose at her and then shot icy cold water at her. All of the bodily fluids she had lost came spraying into her face and then diluted to just water. When it stopped she was alone and could hear the whimpering and cries from all around her cell like room “My god where am I !? She lay there wet and the cool water started to warm against what was left of her burned skin for what seemed like hours. Finally another face in a mask came in and started hooking her up to iv’s and machines, stabbing and poking relentlessly at her veins. a mask was lowered over her nose and mouth and she started to gag again. She choked and gagged and the person-- no it was a woman-- grabbed her face roughly and looked into her eyes so fiercely it sent chills through her burned body .The voice said “YOU are DONE puking!” She tried to take a deep breath and stop the gag.Then then mask lowered over her face again and slowly she felt some relief from the pain and fear. She started to get drowsy and could feel herself being wheeled down the hall again.
Whatever drugs they were pumping into her gave enough relief from the pain so she could move her head and see into the barred rooms going down the hall. What she saw was hideous. Pathetic remains of what was once human-still alive but no longer in one piece and certainly not still human. They were writhing and moaning in pain and and their defromed faces showed pleading eyes. She tried to scream but still wasn’t capable.The door at the end of the hall opened to a brightly lit room with walls of metal shelves. The shelves were covered with medical instruments and tools ( NOT medical) . Other shelves had large jars of liquid with various human organs and parts suspended like a horror display at a circus freak show.
Her eyes widened in horror and the slits broke open in stabbing pain she could feel even through the drugs she had been given. Her mind screamed in pain and terror and then everything faded and she slept.
4 floors above the girl’s weeping parents shook hands with Mrs. Slater the chief of staff at St Benedict's Hospital. They thanked her and weeped. They had just signed papers giving permission for a special team of doctors to use a new but experimental treatment on their daughter Patty.
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Her whole body felt nothing but burning searing hot and stabbing pain with random electrical jolts. She tried to move her head to see through the slits that were her eyes but could not.There was a putrid burning smell but no smoke.She was being pushed through a hall, but where was she? Not in a hospital, the smell was too awful. She gagged and heaved but nothing came up to give her relief.
The table she was strapped to ( as if she could move) rolled maddeningly slow down the hall.Who was pushing her? her throat was too dry to speak and she coughed and gagged again. Someone put a dropper to the corner of her mouth and the sweet relief of fresh cool water trickled down her throat.The dropper was taken away too soon and she ached for more water,she pleaded with her mind “please more water”. The dropper came to her mouth again and she breathed a deep sigh of relief and gratitude...but this time the dropper was not water and the fiery hot liquid worked it’s way down her throat before she knew what was happening. She tried to scream but only a squeak came out and she started to choke and gag some more ….. “My God what was it?!?! Please make it stop!
The pain intensified until she thought she would pass out but no such luck. As quickly as it started the pain began to subside and ease back into the same level it was before she got the drops. A voice told her to stay still but she wasn’t moving - couldn’t move! What were they talking about? The cart she was on moved slowly forward and the smell became worse if that was possible. She heard moans and crying and random screams echo from far down the hallway. She gagged from thee smell and this time she did throw up. As it dripped down her face and neck the cart stopped.The cart was raised enough so her head came up and she wouldn’t choke on her own vomit.
She was raised up enough now to see her own blackened skin falling from her body and the pus oozing out from in between the charred areas.She was burned! Burned so badly she wouldn’t recognize her own face and fear clutched at her. She tried to speak again but couldn’t.
The cart stopped and she saw a barred door open into a room with concrete walls and gutters and a drainage hole in the floor. The lights came on so bright they burned her eyes but the slits she had left would not close to it.
She could hear the moans and crying louder now through the vents in the walls. Whoever pushed her in walked out and slammed the barred door shut. She tried to scream again with no luck and fear coursed through her that was worse even than the pain she felt. She lost control of her bowels and spilled liquid
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Tammy's Top Juke Box Picks
1. Maralyn Manson
2.Waylon Jenninges but only Luchenbach Texas
3.Korn
4.John Cougar Mellancamp
5.CCR
6.Neil Diamond
These are the top songs and or artists I will play over and over on the juke box-especially if I drink to much.I don't care if you like them I will do it any way and if you complain then pull out your own money and play the sucker yourself.AND I do you mean YOU play it.I am 47 years old and figuring out how to play that damn touch tunes juke box isn't easy for any of us.Why they keep upgrading and making things better is beyond me.Can't we just get used to it long enough to complain and then change it.Do they not realize that there are drunk people in a bar and it is way to technical for most -well at least half of us! And the button you hit that takes video That has got to go. No one needs to see that.
My sister died September 25,2010 RIP Jerilyn. Her ring tone used to be Maralyn Manson's The Beautiful People.Before her funeral we were looking in the ditch where the accident was and picking up her things and looking for her phone.We kept walking around and calling and calling with no luck finding it.a day or so later we went to the funeral home to do her hair and make up and the director gave us a bag of the things that were in her pocket,the phone was one of them.
Come to find out the secretary was in the office the day we were calling and looking for the phine and I mean we called a lot.So through out the quiet funeral home Maralyn Manson is blaring from where she didn't know over and over again.Okay you may think it is morbid but I laughed my ass off and I'm I am sure Jerilyn would have loved it too.So if your ever in the bar and I play it over and over again just shut up and deal with it.You can't not like that story.It was some badly needed comic relief at a very traumatic time.
2.Waylon Jenninges but only Luchenbach Texas
3.Korn
4.John Cougar Mellancamp
5.CCR
6.Neil Diamond
These are the top songs and or artists I will play over and over on the juke box-especially if I drink to much.I don't care if you like them I will do it any way and if you complain then pull out your own money and play the sucker yourself.AND I do you mean YOU play it.I am 47 years old and figuring out how to play that damn touch tunes juke box isn't easy for any of us.Why they keep upgrading and making things better is beyond me.Can't we just get used to it long enough to complain and then change it.Do they not realize that there are drunk people in a bar and it is way to technical for most -well at least half of us! And the button you hit that takes video That has got to go. No one needs to see that.
My sister died September 25,2010 RIP Jerilyn. Her ring tone used to be Maralyn Manson's The Beautiful People.Before her funeral we were looking in the ditch where the accident was and picking up her things and looking for her phone.We kept walking around and calling and calling with no luck finding it.a day or so later we went to the funeral home to do her hair and make up and the director gave us a bag of the things that were in her pocket,the phone was one of them.
Come to find out the secretary was in the office the day we were calling and looking for the phine and I mean we called a lot.So through out the quiet funeral home Maralyn Manson is blaring from where she didn't know over and over again.Okay you may think it is morbid but I laughed my ass off and I'm I am sure Jerilyn would have loved it too.So if your ever in the bar and I play it over and over again just shut up and deal with it.You can't not like that story.It was some badly needed comic relief at a very traumatic time.
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