I remember when my poor mother had a heart attack and was code blue. She was flown by helicopter to a hospital specializing in heart surgeries. Somewhere along the way, she was overdosed on a medication, which caused her to have a stroke.
The hospital then began experimenting on her. The doctor in charge began giving her dilantin by injection. Dilantin is an anti-seizure medication. After a week of this, she was no better, but was in intense pain. When the doctor was asked why she curled into the fetal position everytime the drug was injected into her, he replied "The Dilantin is an abrasive drug and as she has just had heart surgery, it is creating pain." When we asked if it would not be better for her to take a pill, he turned on his heel and walked away, refusing to answer.
That did it for my youngest sister and me. We got her out of that hell hole. Now, here I find myself in the same hell hole, but, with no one to help me.
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