VixR
Veritas
On instinctively knowing it's the end.
An old lady pulls someone aside and glibly tells them in a state of unusual cheer she was going die that day.
The conversation with the employee went as follows:
Lady: "You guys have been so kind, I have to thank you. *cheerfully* I wish I could take you all with me."
Them:" ...where?"
Lady: "To the bottom."
Them: *thinks she must be confused* "To the bottom of what, so-and-so?"
Lady: "To the bottom of hell" *laughs*
Them: -
"Are you ok, s-o-s?"
Lady: Yes, I'm fine.
It was logged as a behavioral episode. Hours later, we'd be logging, on the same date, only a couple unrelated logs down from the earlier submission, that she'd passed away that day and 'would be missed'.
She'd looked fine. Happier and more animated than she's been for a while that day. She'd had to give up her million dollar home, her life, and had been living in a state of depression for the last four months at a facility. She'd even taken her meds fine, whole pills, that day. She'd even eaten her meals fine that day, with wine, quite unlike most old folk deaths you'd see who die suddenly to a chronic episode, or prolongedly because they stopped taking in sustinence as their body breaks down over the last few days/week of their life into what looks like a sleeping coma, lying inanimate, even as their breathing becomes labored and their lungs make a loud racket with every breath they take, administered liquid morphine from syringes so their groans of pain aren't felt by them, or heard by us.
The nurse calls her son. The phone line disconnects at the most inopportune moment right after she tells him his mother had passed, and she has to call back. He'd been at a birthday party that was being thrown in his honor.
Later, a 50-something year old man cries on your shoulder. No one tells him about his mother's last words.
An old lady pulls someone aside and glibly tells them in a state of unusual cheer she was going die that day.
The conversation with the employee went as follows:
Lady: "You guys have been so kind, I have to thank you. *cheerfully* I wish I could take you all with me."
Them:" ...where?"
Lady: "To the bottom."
Them: *thinks she must be confused* "To the bottom of what, so-and-so?"
Lady: "To the bottom of hell" *laughs*
Them: -
"Are you ok, s-o-s?"
Lady: Yes, I'm fine.
It was logged as a behavioral episode. Hours later, we'd be logging, on the same date, only a couple unrelated logs down from the earlier submission, that she'd passed away that day and 'would be missed'.
She'd looked fine. Happier and more animated than she's been for a while that day. She'd had to give up her million dollar home, her life, and had been living in a state of depression for the last four months at a facility. She'd even taken her meds fine, whole pills, that day. She'd even eaten her meals fine that day, with wine, quite unlike most old folk deaths you'd see who die suddenly to a chronic episode, or prolongedly because they stopped taking in sustinence as their body breaks down over the last few days/week of their life into what looks like a sleeping coma, lying inanimate, even as their breathing becomes labored and their lungs make a loud racket with every breath they take, administered liquid morphine from syringes so their groans of pain aren't felt by them, or heard by us.
The nurse calls her son. The phone line disconnects at the most inopportune moment right after she tells him his mother had passed, and she has to call back. He'd been at a birthday party that was being thrown in his honor.
Later, a 50-something year old man cries on your shoulder. No one tells him about his mother's last words.
Read it, and tell me what you think.
