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My Story And Whats Shaping Me To Become Better
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Dr_Arkansas
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Just going to start this out pretty simple and let it get deeper into detail.
My name is Nick AKA Dr_Arkansas, I am 20 years old and am born and raised in Arkansas.
Four months ago my life took a turn for the worst, my dad died. I loved him greatly and I would never wish this upon my greatest enemy.
Here's my story.
My dad is 50 years old and after about 4 different trips to the Emergency Room complaining he can't catch his breath, a doctor finally accepts his file and deeply investigates it... after 2 Cardiac catheters they determined his heart was functioning at about 20%... The average human is 60%. He said all patients below 30% will never recover and he gives them about 2 years, the heart is a massive key when it comes to the immune system and when it's weak something as simple as a bad cold will knock you out. At 51, he agreed to get a surgery which would place two leads into his heart with a battery that would shock the heart back into Rhythm. If this shock happened three times then he was to head to the ER immediately so they can try and prevent the oncoming Heart Attack. Thankfully he never experienced this. At the ripe age of 52 me and my father wanted to experience the big world of business. We went to San Francisco California for a massive Business meeting that even the CEO of Intel was at. We had an absolute blast but the signs of the damage done to his heart were obvious... He couldn't walk at a decent pace for more than 1 minute before he was winded. He fought through this like an absolute warrior, told himself he would beat it with flying colors. On the day we woke up to catch our plane back to Arkansas he was experiencing extreme fatigue and was as white as a ghost. I said forget the airlines we need to get you home to a hospital we can trust. I called in a high quality taxi service called "Uber" and had him get us to San Francisco International as fast as he could. From here I lied to the airline and told them he can't walk at all because of his disability (truly it was because he was sick). We waited at SFI for 3 hours to board the plane, we left for Phoenix Arizona and arrived there at 4pm having to wait until 7pm to catch our connecting flight to Little Rock which we would arrive there at 12am. While we waited he could barely sit up, My own father whom I always looked up to had to look up to me for comfort. You have NEVER in your life experienced responsibility like this... the look in his eyes was please let me lay on you to try and get some sleep. At 7pm we got on the plane and the coughing from the pneumonia setting in. He coughed for a solid 2 hours until we got to Little Rock. We landed in Little Rock and as soon as we were turned around and headed to the gates my mother was calling my phone asking "Nick, Does he need an ambulance?" Yes... I said... He's bad. My mother had the Airport call 911 where we waited for the emergency respondents to arrive. As soon as they arrived the one who put the blood pressure cuff on said... "I'm getting 90/40 but that's because I can't even get a BP". He was rushed to the hospital where he was immediately sent back and from my mother says he was crying for her because he was scared he was going to die. (At this point I'm crying while typing this) When me and my brother got back after heading home to drop off our luggage she was crying saying that he has multi lobular pneumonia (he has it in both lungs and its severe) along with it he has sepsis. So not only as I said does it take one small thing to kill him he has two massive illnesses working at killing him. On his 2nd day in the hospital Easter night when he went under so they could put him on a ventilator my last words to him thankfully were "I Love You." A couple hours later after me and my brother had finished laughing our butt's off at the new Minions movie my mother bursts into my room hysterically crying saying that they think he stroked and we need to get there as soon as we can. We rushed to the hospital where we walked into the ICU watching them pump him full of vasoconstricters to reverse the affects of the Stroke. My mother and I walked down stairs after they had him semi stabilized to get ourselves a drink, when a youth pastor from the church his parents attended was looking for us saying "They've been looking for you, they lost his blood pressure and they can't get it back..." We walked into his room where they had IV ports tapped into his feet trying to bump his pressure back up, but at 12:01 am April 6th 2015 my father decided he had fought the good fight and went onto a better place. He was 52 years old the husband of a beautiful wife, and the father of one daughter and two sons who loved him dearly.

I do not want sympathy from this I just needed to put this somewhere and these were the places I felt like putting it so my story would be heard.

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I'm so sorry to hear what you had to go through,

But I'm sure hes in a better place now

Head up man.
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They say time heals all wounds but who ever said that is a dipshit, but still tho sorry for your loss
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