tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15508351.post115297837282464103..comments2023-06-26T02:31:47.001-07:00Comments on light and flaky: Death Trumps All The RestRobert Mitchell L.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11890519820766088436noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15508351.post-1153027276663531422006-07-15T22:21:00.000-07:002006-07-15T22:21:00.000-07:00When I was in the hospital for my surgery, my room...When I was in the hospital for my surgery, my roomate had had a surgical sponge "forgotten" inside of her. <BR/><BR/>Why she didn't sue the pants off the hospital, I'll never know.With Love, Fat Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03867709810860942497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15508351.post-1153000921745966262006-07-15T15:02:00.000-07:002006-07-15T15:02:00.000-07:00A seed of truth yes, but not the whole plant.Never...A seed of truth yes, but not the whole plant.<BR/><BR/>Never was my heart stopped so they could tinker. The first death was when they gave me a Veraptmil IV Drip, and then discovered I was allergic. First clue was the projectile vomiting, convulsions and finally the flatline and lack of repertory function.<BR/><BR/>The second time was also unexpected, during my open heart surgery. The stress of the surgery made my 11year old heart give, and it just stopped. As did all other bodily function. Almost a minute (and a few ounces of doctor sweat) later I was back.<BR/><BR/>My surgeon said I was the youngest person she ever had to use paddles on. CLEAR!Lance Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16921654260407114308noreply@blogger.com