My step dad didn’t last past the third morning. I stepped out to get some breakfast that morning. I hadn’t given it much thought about an injection a nurse had given him just before I left. As I walked out the main door the nurse said, “don’t be too long”. When I came back thirty minutes later with take out he was in the death rattle breathing stage. Pretty sure they overdosed him. It was a sad day, he was a good man. He tirelessly did the best he could for my mom, myself and my brothers. I held his hand as he slipped away. From my experience there, I’m convinced those places are death factories.
Holy fucking shit dude, have you heard of Harold Shipman? It sounds like his MO exactly and he went down as one of the worst serial killers in Britain. I suspected he wasnt an isolated case, and it seems I was right. Im so sorry, if you are able try and get a toxicology on him (depending on how long its been) and nail those fucks for murder.
No, I didn’t do anything. What could one do, you know those places are protected. At the time I was just so exhausted. Both he and my mom had brain cancer at the same time. I needed to concentrate on taking care of mom. I had bought a house three doors from them so I could be there for them day or night. It was the hardest six years of my life from which I don’t think I’ve ever fully recovered. I saw some fuk’n stupid shit out the whole medical field. Those people are scary as fuck.
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