Thornbird
10-03-2007, 06:25 AM
Geez...where to start. I am a retired police officer and I have recently resigned. I did not realize I had PTSD, until I saw a doctor in December. I have kept this buried inside of me for a long time, just hoping it would all go away. I have the normal night terrors that police officers get, but that isn't what affected me most.
Several years ago, my mother was very sick with diabetes. She had the diabetic ulcers on her legs and could barely walk. I was home visiting and I heard her let out a yell. One of the ulcers on her leg had let go and took out the main artery in her leg. She collapsed into a chair. I applied pressure with my hands to her leg, my father kept her head still as she was loosing too much blood and going into seizures and my sister called paramedic's. The paramedic's were a laugh, bought oxygen and the tank was empty. Complained about having to carry my mother down the stairs, banged her head on the banister several times. We rushed to the hospital, to find out my mother was brain dead and being hooked up to life support. I walked outside and heard a paramedic telling anyone who would listen, How this Fing fat women bled all over his ambulance and ruined his uniform and he was going to make the family pay for it. After hearing him do this several times, I walked over told him to STFU and told him what I thought of his service for my mother. I returned inside.
The doctor told us, that we should go home and call the family as she wouldn't last long on life support. I could not allow my family into the house with all the blood and the mess. I sent my father to talk to relatives and my younger sister and son over to friends houses. It took me two garbage bags of rags and washing the floor about 8 times to clean everything up. Then I realized, I could not put these things out in the trash, so I washed them all. By the time I was finished, I was covered in blood from head to toe. I will not tell the rest of the gory details, as no one wants to hear it...trust me.
Several years ago, my mother was very sick with diabetes. She had the diabetic ulcers on her legs and could barely walk. I was home visiting and I heard her let out a yell. One of the ulcers on her leg had let go and took out the main artery in her leg. She collapsed into a chair. I applied pressure with my hands to her leg, my father kept her head still as she was loosing too much blood and going into seizures and my sister called paramedic's. The paramedic's were a laugh, bought oxygen and the tank was empty. Complained about having to carry my mother down the stairs, banged her head on the banister several times. We rushed to the hospital, to find out my mother was brain dead and being hooked up to life support. I walked outside and heard a paramedic telling anyone who would listen, How this Fing fat women bled all over his ambulance and ruined his uniform and he was going to make the family pay for it. After hearing him do this several times, I walked over told him to STFU and told him what I thought of his service for my mother. I returned inside.
The doctor told us, that we should go home and call the family as she wouldn't last long on life support. I could not allow my family into the house with all the blood and the mess. I sent my father to talk to relatives and my younger sister and son over to friends houses. It took me two garbage bags of rags and washing the floor about 8 times to clean everything up. Then I realized, I could not put these things out in the trash, so I washed them all. By the time I was finished, I was covered in blood from head to toe. I will not tell the rest of the gory details, as no one wants to hear it...trust me.