Sunday, bloody SundayIt was Easter night. There was a young guy who got shot five times in the the neck and chest. The bullets went through the innominate vein and aortic arch. He lost 12 liters of blood during the operation. Then there was another old guy who got into a bad car accident. He coded in the ER, and bought himself a laparotomy. The kidney was blown and the pancreas transected. And then there was the girl who got hit by a train. A train. Train vs. pedestrian. There were five -- count 'em, five -- people who got drunk to the point of coma and were not surprisingly hit by cars, or found lying in the street drowning in vomit, or fell off a bridge, etc. They all got tubed. Epinephrine drips, Swan-Ganz catheters, continuous hemodialysis... The young guy starting seizing. Then he had a stroke. The old guy went into rhabdomyolysis. Then he had a heart attack. The girl's pelvis was shattered. Then her butt skin turned black and fell off. And then there were the drunks. For the love of God, Jesus Christ rose from the dead! Do you really have to celebrate by drinking and shooting yourself to death? | 
