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The worst is over thank goodness at 11:45 p.m. on 2005-05-29 My brother is supposed to make a full recovery. No more fever. Still no bowel sounds, but they should come back soon. He's still in the hospital. I don't know when they'll let him go home. He hates it there. I don't blame him. He's gonna feel really crappy when they take him of the morphine drip. He's gonna have a huge scar on his stomache. I think that bothers him the most. He still thankful he's alive regaurdless of everything else. So am I. I had never been so freaked out in my life. It was the worse feeling ever not to know if he was going to be ok or not. |
.:.me.:. I'm 24 and I oerk for a private ambulance company as an EMT in the city of Vegas .:.loves.:. music, storms, reading, paintball, my friends, drawing, concerts, the color purple, and the occasional night out at the club .:.hates.:. gossipers, spiders,liars, egomaniacs, and drama .:.past five.:. Freak factor level high - 2006-02-11 |