Deja Blue

I had to resuscitate Sam the other night after his day at the hospital. After the dumb ass anesthesiologist, who thought he knew everything, shoved a tube down Sam's throat several times with much difficulty because he refused to accept that David and I had any knowledge of how Sam would react to being intubated. So we brought Sam home with a very sore, swollen throat and something set him off and he started crying... but he couldn't catch his breath because his throat was so thrashed and then something in his brain just shut down so when he finally relaxed his airway he still didn't breathe. And I had to breathe for him until he came around. It's been over a year since I've had to do this and, yet, it all came back to me. And it still sucked just as much as it always has.