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I almost did...
The blades had sliced into her buttock and flank so deeply that when we turned her on her side to check for wounds to the back, her hip quivered once and then the entire back half of her, um fell off,. You could see into her ribcage and observe her aorta thundering away.

I think natural endorphins had kicked in-she wasn't in pain, but was very worried about her grandchildren and what they might find on the lawn when they got home from school. Fortunately her neighbor had picked up the severed limbs and hosed the blood off the grass before they arrived, bless him.

Strangely enough, many times people don't realize they're fucked. They are concerned with useless minutiae-they are upset we cut off their clothes or they keep asking for a cup of coffee. I think it's a protective thing-no one wants to admit they have 45 minutes of life left.

What can you do? Be with them-that's it. Hold their hand, smile into their eyes with love and listen with all you've got to what they want to say. Sometimes full attention is the greatest and only gift you can give.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Wed 22 Apr 2009, 3:58, 1 reply)

*shudder*
You have my undying respect, there is just no way I could deal with that.
( speedyballbangpots, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 8:57, closed)