To the dipshits I pitted here:
Dipshit the first: We heard third hand that bro got into a ‘fight’ with someone two days before this mess started and he ‘might’ have been pushed to the ground. You have latched onto that and keep insisting we need to sue other combatant for causing my brother’s intracranial bleed. This despite being told a) his platelet count was so low that the bleed could have been caused by a hard sneeze, b) all of the CAT scans showed no obvious wound, and c) if this had started two days before he went to the hospital, he would have gone to the hospital that day. You believe such a lawsuit will magically provide enough money to pay for my brother’s medical care. You forget this person is as destitute as my brother, and has no money to pay a judgment even if bro is awarded one.
Dipshit the second: Yes, my brother aspirated from his feeding tube and that possibly started the dominos tumbling for his final downhill slide. No, we do not need to ‘sue the shit out of the hospital’ for this. He had two serious bacterial infections in his lungs, a serious bacterial infection in his blood, an absurdly low platelet count and, let us not forget, still pressure on his brain from the bleeding that they cannot drain due to the absurdly low platelet count. There is no telling what actually made his body start to shut down.
And while we’re on the subject – “It’s a shame this had to happen after all the gains he’s made”?!? Really? What fucking gains? They moved him 100 feet from ICU to a regular hospital bed, and took him off the ventilator for all of a day. He never was able to talk. When he was able to whisper, it came out as nonsense syllables. Yes, when the nurse asked if he knew where he was, he nodded yes. However, when she asked if he was in the grocery store, he also nodded yes. When she repeated the question, he still nodded yes. In her words, “He’s not oriented at all.” That’s medical speak for he doesn’t know who the fuck he is, where the fuck he is, or what the fuck is going on.
Look, Dipshits, I know you want to blame someone. But the only one to blame is the idiot lying in the hospital bed who destroyed his own body with alcohol. Suing the whole fucking world won’t change that or fix anything.
And the dipshittery continues! Juuuust got off the phone with Dipshit the second. Twenty-five-fucking-minute phone call wherein you get a complete medical update from me, ending with, “So we’re just going with palliative care to keep him comfortable until the end.” So you say, “So, if he can fight off the two lung infections and the blood infection, then we’ll see what happens?” Ummm, no. He can’t fight off the infections. We are waiting for him to die. When I say that in so many words, you say, “OK. I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to go through this again, but I’m giving the phone to <spouse> because <spouse> really needs to hear this from you.” So I go through it, again – comfort someone else over this, again. Then Dipshit the second gets back on the phone to ask me questions about how YOUR OWN PHONE works. A phone model which I have never seen. And you say you’ll call me in the morning for an update. This was the entire point of the whole fucking facebook update brainchild.
Meanwhile, I am sitting in my brother’s hospital room where I will be all night. My parents finally went home an hour or so ago. They agreed to go home because they knew he wouldn’t be alone. I promised to call if things get really bad. They said their goodbyes before they left. They don’t expect him to make it through the night.
I’ve had better days.
