by Timo » Fri 05 Jun 2015, 12:36:14
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('SeaGypsy', 'A')t least you didn't rip out the catheter fully inflated like a patient I had used to do regularly.
Ummm........Well, apparently i tried to do just that. The story goes that i refused to lay still for those bastard KGB agents. I was already in a neck brace, and i refused to lay still in any sense of the word. I was constantly moving my body and my legs around, trying to get comfortable in nothing more than my bed gown, which left all the goods exposed for the entire world to see, or at least everyone walking past my door. The solution to that was to make me wear what they called Tarzan Pants, which was nothing more than a loin cloth. Those damned Russians would not let me be free. When i still refused to lay still, they ended up tying me down to the bed! Loosely, at first, but i quickly got out of those restraints, so they tied me down again with different restrainst, more like leather shackles from Adam & Eve. These restraints were tighter, and to keep me calm at being so tightly cuffed, they put me under sedation, only light sedation though, because i'd just had a barin injury, remember. Along with the sedation, they stuck a breathing tube down my throat. So, one night, a wiggled and jiggled in between the hourly interogations they subjected me to, and got my right arm free from the leather strap. With that arm, i undid my left arm, and then my legs. I yanked out the IV sedation needle in my arm, pulled out my breathing tube down my throat, and gave a good hard yank to whatever that tube was down there between my legs. I'm guessing it hurt like a mofo, so i left it in place. Anyway, i got out of bed to escape my captivity, but i'd lost all of the feeling in both of my feet, and had completely forgotten how to walk. So i lay there, quite still, on the floor, bleeding from my right wrist where i'd wrestled my wrist free from the restraints. At the top of the hour when the KGB came back for more questions, they saw me there, a bloody mess, laying motionless.
Oh! I was so close to escaping, but that damned catheter was attached to the bed, and i couldn't move any further!
Remember that i have no recollection of any of this, but that's my story, and i'm sticking to it.
I think now is a good moment to re-read the title to this particular discussion, and remember, thou shalt not judge.
