Coming Home to Two EMS Ambulances
The last picture on my camera roll is strangely fascinating.
Earlier tonight I took my two daughters to Sam’s Town casino to see the Mystic Falls Christmas light show. Mom and roommate Paul stayed at the house. We did a bit of shopping afterward but were only gone perhaps two hours. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the two ambulances parked in front of our house with their blue and red flashing lights casting shadows on the trees in the darkness.
“No no no!” I yelled. This is not a scene you want to come home to.
My younger daughter leapt out of the car screaming “Grandma!” as she ripped the door open. Mom stood there clearly as well as she had been before we left. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
I had suspected that the ambulances were there for Paul the roommate, but I didn’t know that for sure. Mom explained what had happened as they drove him away to hospital unknown. Paul had come out of the room clearly shaking. He had taken some nitroglycerin for pain in his heart earlier in the night, but it didn’t seem to be working anymore. He checked his blood pressure and sat down. He said he was worried he was having a heart attack.
His blood pressure was 210/110. Mom asked if she should call 911. He said yes. My mother said he was lucid and talking even as paramedics were wheeling him away.
His health problems have been going on for awhile. He’s been Covid jabbed at least four times. I say at least, because we don’t know if he took the fifth shot or not. Mom says he was planning to get it along with a flu shot in October, but when he came back he said he only got the flu shot because the doctor said he wasn’t eligible yet for another Covid booster. Of course he’s been in to see so many doctors since October I’m sure he could have found one who was willing to prick such an eager pharma customer. I can think of more interesting and less tedious ways to try to kill yourself. I wrote about him here:
Despite that I had a good talk with Paul on Christmas day. He knows exactly how strongly I feel against the Covid jabs, but perhaps he was feeling nervous about his declining health. He showed me his bloodwork and scan results. Doctors are completely baffled by his myriad health problems. I hadn’t been aware that he has been taking blood thinners since he had a heart attack in 2013, which as I told him might have saved him from the blood clots that many jabbed people are getting. His vitamin D was surprisingly high at 67, which he explained was because of a supplement recently prescribed. Most things were in range. The only measure that was off on his charts was very low red blood cell counts. I told him to supplement with folic acid and B vitamins. I don’t think there are quick fixes to his myriad health issues. This is doubly or triply true if his many issues relate to the jabs he took.
Consciously or subconsciously I’m beginning to think he likes the attention from medical professionals. I can’t wrap my head around any other reason to be so eager for the vaccines this late in the game.
Here’s a video we took Christmas day. Our shi tzu Max is sitting on Paul’s lap. If you are a praying type I suppose please say a prayer for healing. I still wonder if this will be the true winter of discontent for the jabbed. Or are there ways to help them?
I don’t like ambulances. The last time I saw one in front of our Las Vegas house my father got wheeled out under a sheet.
This is all so hideously sad.
Roommate Guy clearly has little concern (awareness?) for the dangerous dance he is doing.
Some people cannot be helped.
I wish you all well. :)
Amy, just dropping a line to say I will keep all of you in my prayers. Keep your faith. I'm desperately trying to keep mine. A line to keep in mind: "For the sake of his sorrowful passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world"