![]() Reflecting on something well after it happened is known as arm-chair quarterbacking, but in my case I know my insights and suggestions can help others who fall victim to GBS, and that is why I share my story, and embarassments to myself included.Īs I layed in bed not able to move or speak my neck was propped in a position to look directly ahead. The stages of the disease and very slow recovery (in my case) need a proactive well thought out plan of response by caregivers and families combined. GBS challenges the mental & physical limits of the ones affected by the disease including the affected party and their loved ones. I will never forget, and I cannot ever forgive those people who pushed me to want to commit suicide in a place where I was supposed to heal, but in reality they were breaking me down, I never felt so hopeless and completely absent of the will to live. I was torn between my instinct to want to survive to no longer wanting or wishing to experience cruelty in the face of my grim and morose daily existence. Myself by heaving in my own snot & secretions. Occasion I was driven to attempt to escape their cruelty by asphyxiating ![]() I am thankful to those who cared for me in a professional and respectable manner, they helped to make my fight with this disease bearable even in the face of such adversity. Good will and show kindness, while in reality derive pleasure from inflicting pain in others. These proverbial monsters disguised themselves as those who traditionally have empathy and do acts of Not only did I battle a rare disease with legions of challenges to overcome, butĪlso a small army of caregivers, who frightened me and were much scarier than fictional beasts, goblins, or boogeymen. I endured many near death experiencesĭue to the negligence and continuous blunders made by those same caregivers while dependent on a Vent to breathe. These wolves in sheeps fur thought it was okay to treat a patient who was a non-responsive paraplegic (at the time yet fully aware) with unspeakableĪcts of physical and mental cruelty. ![]() And then some adversaries, a few very bad LVN's and CNA's, some of which made Pennywise the Clown with the razor sharp teeth from Stephen King's IT appear cute like big purple & cuddly Barney the dinosaur in comparison to them, however they weren't singing lullabies and love songs, they were inflicting pain for their own pleasure. One obstacle, bad food, which battles my ability to digest the delectable puree concoctions I choose to call Sewer Swamp Soup, the brawniest Vikings on their best day would keel over after one bite. From ICU to Sub-Acute Hospital to a Long-term rehabilitation & skilled nursing facility where I am today, my battlefield has been literally littered by a variety of challenging obstacles and adversaries. ![]() I have since that very late evening visit on May 29th, lived in an institutionalized hospital setting. I went into an induced coma on May 30 of 2010 after coming down with body wide paralysis weeks after a flu shot during a visit to the E.R. ![]()
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