He has been weaned off the meds, and has been given a bit to eat (even though he vomited it up). Is he on the mend? Can I start feeling relief? I feel like I've been holding my breath for three weeks. He is 21.
Hey all, my band just dropped a new single with a feature from our good friends (and neighbors lmao) Bloodbather! The song is called Relinquere (link at the bottom of the post), and itβs just about fucking shit up this time around - no deep meaning haha!
We took some of the constructive criticism from last time and applied it to this new song, and we really hope you guys like it!
Just like last time, we really want to hear what you guys have to say about it, whether it be constructive criticism, praise, hate, or whatever else comes to mind. We even included a sample from one of our favorites (if you can guess what it is, just know that we love you) - this song is for the MySpace fans, but we hope everybody finds something to like!
P.S. - Weβre huge Oceano fans, and we recently won Adam Warrenβs feature contest as well, so expect a song with him and a lot more from us coming in 2022! Remember to follow us on Instagram @trache0tomy and Twitter @tracheotomymp3 for updates!
I almost choked on my complimentary Big Mac when the local hospital administrator approached me on my lunch break and offered me the promotion (I'll still be flipping burgers full-time, this is more of a work experience or temp job thing). Apperantely thousands of healthcare "professionals" have quit or been fired due to the jabs being mandated, so they need to fill the gaps with young bucks like me who are eager to help and yearn to learn!! I told him I would be delighted to become a temporary doctor/nurse/surgeon/porter/whatever they want me to be; I've been saving lives all year long by wearing my mask and I've seen almost every episode of Scrubs so I think I'm MORE than qualified.
He asked me if I could start right away as the ER was overwhelmed with people suffering from heart attacks and other medical abnormalities. I finished off my Big Mac in two chomps, wiped my hands on the greasy paper it came wrapped in, and headed for the door before realizing I still had my clown makeup on (I was asked to be Ronald McDonald for the day after the usual guy dropped dead on the staff toilet shortly after his booster jab; I'm wearing the clothes and wig he died in). I asked my new friend the hospital administrator if I should clean the makeup off but he told me not to worry about it.
When I got to the ER I was pleasantly surprised to see many of my fellow colleagues and Burger King rivals there!! The room fucking stank of oil and burger grease and Lynx Africa. We were all shaking with excitement and giggling nervously beneath our masks. I couldn't wait to perform my first tracheotomy or to intubate some fat Trumptard anti-vaxxer. Imagine my immense disappointment when I found out almost all of the people on the Covid ward were fully or partially vaccinated!! Obviously the one guy there who hadn't had the heckin' jab was solely responsible for them all being there so I "accidentally" cut off his oxygen supply and rubbed one out as I watched him struggle for air and die.
My first shift in the hospital was very stressful and the learning curve was incredibly steep. Twelve patients died on me, and I think at least half of them were partially my fault. I honestly thought I was making a lateral move when I walked in to the ER, I was full of teenage swagger and I even forgot all about my terrible face acne for a while, I was that boosted with confidence, but I've had a nasty reality check. I feel sorry for the poor bastard who's booked in for his heart surgery tomorr
... keep reading on reddit β‘This has been burned into my mind and I have never been able to find out what it was. I watched it around 2011/2012, but it could have been older than that. I wouldnβt say much older though. My mom and I thought we solved it and that it was an episode of ER, but I watched the episode and itβs not it. Iβm more inclined to think this is an episode of a TV show, but not certain.
There is a bus full of kids, and while driving down a stretch of highway the bus either hits or swerves to avoid a deer and wrecks. A man sees the wreck and climbs on board the bus to help. The bus driver is pinned under the steering wheel and dead. Some kids are fine, but they point to a girl lying on the floor- she canβt breathe. The guy helping has to give her a tracheotomy with a pen. There is a reunion scene at the end with all the kids and their parents.
Please help, because this has been bugging me for at least 10 years. I know someone on here knows what Iβm talking about.
I haven't thought about this much since grad school. In the documentary Val (on Amazon), what mechanism is he using to speak. Not a Passy Muir... wouldn't need to press anything then, if I'm not mistaken.
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I donβt know if this is even the right place, but Iβm hoping to get some helpful advice.
My mom is 69 years old. She was sheltering in safety for almost a year. Unfortunately, someone brought the virus to her. She was intubated for over 2 weeks. She was then given a tracheotomy almost two weeks ago. She is breathing spontaneously on supplemental oxygen and her levels of support are going down slowly.
I saw her today for the first time in a very long while. Before I did, I spoke to her attending nurse who told me that my mom is struggling with her physiotherapy and sometimes refuses to go through it because she says sheβs tired. She asked me to encourage my mom. The physiotherapy will get her out of the critical care and into a general ward.
I must admit that I was shocked seeing her state after such a long time. Sheβs lost some hearing due to covid so we communicated via notes passed back and forth. I told her that I loved her and that Iβm waiting for her to come back home. She got quite emotional and we spent the rest of my visit just holding hands.
I later found out from the nurse that her physiotherapist was coming a few minutes after me. Iβm guessing that explains the look of dread on my momβs face & why she didnβt want me to go. I know itβs up to her but if I can βwriteβ something for her, I want it to be helpful.
I plan to visit her some more when Iβm allowed to, but Iβm hoping to get some advice about how to encourage her without making it seem like Iβm pressuring. What can I say to motivate her to just sit her chair? She got quite emotional today after I wrote βI love you, Iβm proud to be your child and I know youβre fighting.β She responding by writing that she is fighting and sheβs trying her best.
I canβt imagine what itβs like to take all precautions and then suddenly wake up feeling weak and unable to even sit in a chair.
Any little help from me would be small but if anyone has a similar experience, all advice is appreciated.
Hello all!
Nicholas Paredes just got out of his Tracheotomy surgery today, yet he has a long journey ahead. First, a little backstory:
Nicholas aka "Cheech", is the oldest of 6 kids. His siblings are his biggest supporters and devote their time every single day, to help take care of him. Nicholas was born with a very rare genetic deletion, Proximal 7q deletion. He stumps every doctor he meets! Along with this diagnosis, Nicholas also has one of the most severe forms of epilepsy there is, Lennox-Gestaut Syndrome. This diagnoses brings hundreds of seizures a day but thanks to medical cannabis, Nicholas's seizures have reduced over 90%!!! These medical issues have lead to many other struggles for Cheech. He is battling Autism, Cerebral Palsy, Dyshidrotic Eczema and severe Sleep Apnea. He's had to have leg tendon surgery because his legs grew to a point where they couldn't be straightened, he's undergone countless hospital visits due to injuries and scares from the multiple seizures he has daily, and most recently, he's had to undergo a Tracheotomy due to his esophagus closing in on itself.
Nick isn't all sadness though. He sees life through a special mindset which brings out the most amazing smile in him, and there isn't a heart in the world that can't be warmed by his smile. One look into his eyes shows a purity and innocence that we all long for. He is an amazing young man!
The surgery is completed, but the road to recovery is long and arduous. This GoFundMe is to help offset the daily costs of Nick's parents living in the hospital for up to three months while he heals, recovers, and they go through the training needed to care for a person with a permanent tracheotomy.
Any help would be infinitely appreciated.
