medical, abuse
Been thinkin' about how my adoptive mom had a stroke on the morning of New Years Day, 2001, while arguing with her shitbag daughter.
I'm just standing there in the kitchen with those two fuckups, wasting my teen years & trying to mediate in case it gets violent, and then all of a sudden half of this old lady's body doesn't work anymore.
I had to call the ambulance, because the other adult in the room was too fucking useless to do so.
medical, abuse
I've had to be the one person in the room to call 911 when somebody was having a stroke or heart failure 3 times in my life, for 3 different people, and every single time it has sucked away a part of my soul.
medical, abuse
I can barely even think about how relieved I am that all 3 times resulted in the person surviving, because every single time I went crisis mode and became a numb robot
