Open Question: Can ECG show predict cardiac arrest that could happens few later?
my be-love grandma who i miss very much had a severe case of Coronary heart disease as well as stroke one of them major .To make it short on July 9 she had suffer a major heart attack.Then on July she had a stroke.Anyway she was in the hospital till she die in late oct .anyway on Aug 5th she suffer a cardiac arrest while in the hospital during the day that she suffer the cardiac arrest 4hours early she had an EKG and the doctor told me that the EKG result show no heart.Should the EKG not show something like a warning or something to give the doctor a clue that my grandma could have a cardiac arrest in few hours?? Is there is no test that doctor can used to show that a person is very like ie that someone might have a cardiac arrest in hours or even days?
Thu, 30 Apr 2009 20:40:57 GMT
Open Question: What do you think of this prologue?
I am thirteen years old if it really matters:
BOUND TO THE STRINGS OF DEATH
I remembered the pitter-patter of the rain against the soil on the dark, fertile ground of a distant jungle. The angelic voice of my sweet mother humming a lullaby into my ear. Her voice faded with pain and exhaustion. Yet brimming with selfless love.
Although too young to sense proper fear I could feel it radiating through her soft, shining skin. It stole my heart and I had started to cry. Her soft caressing touch eased me, but not enough to forget about the horror in the air.
I clung onto her robe as she battled through the mess of green vines. Still humming and singing she climbed up a few rigid steps. I heard a roar in the distance, loud and mighty. Slowly, I started to cry. Her song grew louder and I could actually hear it now.
?Hush, my baby.? She said stroking one of my cheeks. ?Hush, Julian,? she murmured into my ears. I whimpered as a stronger wind blew and the roar grew louder. ?Good bye, my love. Fate will let us meet once more,? she said, quickly kissing my cold forehead and laying me on the ground, looking for the source of the roar.
The wind howled, in my head, my mother?s soft, loving voice echoed. But a baby was never to know that his mother was lying dead, a few miles away. Insides out. Heart not beating, the soft lullaby gone, never to be heard again from such a heavenly voice.
I could hear creatures prowling in the distance, but the lullaby was too strong in my head, I didn?t think about it. I gave off a loud wail. Wanting a nice, warm hug from my mother?s silk hands, but all I felt was the hard, cold ground beneath me.
I could see nothing but the darkness. Slowly the song started slipping away from my heart. Joining its producer. Leaving me forever. Never to return with loving care of a mother again. I could feel the terror in the air now. I could feel what my mother felt before me.
I could feel a monster.
Now that the warm hands of my mother had laid me on the hard ground of this land I could feel proper horror and sorrow. No hands to caress me anymore. No soft voice to whisper in my ear. Only the plummeting of the rain, the cold ground and the pitch darkness. Left in the cruel world with a monster miles away, ready to lash out at the crying, hopeless baby?
Screams amongst the mass of dark mist. Loud roars, echoing thunder, striking lightning. And then? a loud wail. A baby?s cries chilling the sky. My breathing uneven, I squinted into the darkness.
?Jeremy!? a scream echoed around, so heavenly, yet pierced with the dark knives of fear. ?Meg,? I muttered picking myself off the hard ground and running through the hell of blood and bones that was to be my home from now on.
?NO! Jeremy, stay away! Don?t?? The scream pierced the darkness one last time, when death?s shadow swept the body off the fallen hell on earth. The confusion fed the black tongues of flames licking against the terrain of anguish.
The darkness threatened my heart, prepared to give way. I recalled my mother?s shining face one last time. Ready to give way to the thirsty depths of hell. ?Goodbye,? and then it came to me.
Why did my mother and father give their pure souls to the lords of hell? To keep me safe. Why did they leave their footprints amongst those who died fighting the ruthless? Me.
They wanted me out of the hell this land offered. Giving my life to it wasn?t going to repay them. ?I have to fight,? I stuttered. ?For their sake,? struggling I pushed myself of the rocks, denying the tongues of death what they so dearly thirsted for.
?I?ll keep? on fighting, I won?t let them?uh? take me,? the words slipped through my dry lips into the atmosphere, giving of hope amongst the sea of blood and agony. Groaning and straining, fighting the pain, trying to heal the scars and bruises, and the scar in my chest the recent death had carved I struggled to find a way out of the borders of Tenjoku, hell.
Spears of iron rip through the air, I duck. It missed me by inches. The searing pain in my hips moaned in suffering, as if a knife had been forced through the gaps, tearing away at the flesh and scarring the bones.
?They?re going to attack!? screamed a young warrior. A few years older than me. The future this land offered wasn?t very promising. ?Who?? I gasped, not of terror. But the scars toughened my voice, splitting my vocal cords apart.
?The demons!? he yelled at me. ?Demons? There aren?t such?? and then out of nothingness a malformed beast burst out of the shadows, clearing it, yet making it even harder to see.
A dog, no, the dog seemed to be twenty times larger than a lion. I stared at its fur, splattered with blood. Its snout gushing out fire. Its eyes swimming with pure hatred. It eyed the humans, towering over them, seemingly stroking the moon; it gave of a harsh laugh and snorted.
Flames flew
it cut off there:
Flames flew out of its nostrils. Miles away I could feel them burning my skin, blackening it. I could hear it howl, but my eyes seemed to be rotting. The fire must have had some strong gas in it.
Tears started forming, but as they fell to the ground they were red, clearly above boiling point for smoke was clearly rising from it, small wisps yet they were there. I could no longer see the reason my parents had given away their lives.
I was going to die right now whether I like it or not. This is only one demon and I?m sure it?s weaker than the rest for I could already hear the victorious roars of hell?s lords.
More screams, roars, heavier mist, foul stenches in the air then? black-out.
Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:42:32 GMT
