Between the toxic hatred and the high blood pressure, I doubt he'll live to see Easter.
Want to start a dead pool?
A true story for TheMastersNumbSkull; this really happened.
About suppertime the evening of August 3, 2009, I was admitted to the hospital with a blood pressure reading of 57/29, and falling.
The esophagus had exploded, geysering out almost half--not quite, but almost--the blood in my body.
The physician and the registered nurse got immediately to work, and quickly closed the rupture.
After visually observing me, and the monitors, for quite some time, say about forty-five minutes, they walked into another room, maybe to have a cigarette or a cup of coffee.
I was laying there, chitchatting with two friends.
Then suddenly the physician and the nurse came sprinting back into the room, like bats out of Hell. The nurse jammed a pill into my mouth, while the physician injected me with something, both of them nervously watching the monitor (which I couldn't see).
The blood pressure had skyrocketed to 302/197, and was still rising.
The lesson for TheMastersNumbSkull in this anecdote is this: even though I was just seconds away from having a major stroke, I felt
absolutely normal, that nothing extraordinary was going on.
In fact, after she'd jammed the pill down my throat and the physician was shooting me, I asked the nurse what it was. I'm not sure, but I don't think medical professionals usually tell patients which medicines they're being given, but she slipped up, and told me it was nitroglycerin.
I felt
absolutely normal, that all was okay.
TheMastersNumbSkull needs to remember that, once he gets started in a fit of hating; he won't know until it's too late. So maybe he better calm down and get mellow, and stop his hating.
