pigfarmer
tall, thin, irritable
Since this thread is already so dark, I will tell this event.
When I was in my twenties I and a friend witnessed a terrible car accident. We ran up to the Vehicles to see what we could do to help. I even now, Can't describe the things I saw, I still see it when I close my eyes sometimes.
No joke.
My Mom had a ten year run of a number of unpleasant things that had her in and out of the hospital and ICU. We were called to her bedside twice because they thought she was about to die, and then didn't. Then one day in December right around her 63rd birthday they found a spot on her lung smaller than a pea. It was the size of a softball when it killed her in April. Three packs a day her whole life and a hideous way to go. So bad in fact that the massive doses of morphine they were giving her caused seizures and she had to be strapped down, all 75 lbs of her. After a hard conversation with her doctor I am absolutely convinced he euthanized her. Suppository, forget what was in it.
Well - THAT is nice and cheery ... but yes, those images are what's bothering me most about this.