Warning: These stories are not for the faint of heart
I saw a man just after he was burned in a boiler explosion. His skin hung in strips off of his body, as if it had slipped off (like how easily the skin of a tomato slips off after it is boiled). Underneath was glistening pink/red flesh. The room smelled of cooked flesh and mechanical grease. The poor man was aware and moaned/screamed in pain. It was terrible. (redbook123)
We were dispatched to a call by police and requested to bring a box of N95 masks. My partner asked what was going on and the officer directed us to the door. Within two step of where we were we began to smell it. That oh so obvious smell of death, death that has had time to fester. At this point we understand the request for masks and as we poke our heads through the door we are greeted by a clearly deceased human (we are assuming).
It was a woman who probably weighed on the light side of 400lbs when she was solid, which at this moment she was not. The officer proceeds to tell us that she hasn’t be seen or heard from in two weeks and when someone finally came to check on her, they found her as a puddle. To make matters worse she had her heat blasting and she had all her blinds open and she was seated in direct sunlight.
It was probably the most disgusting sight I had ever seen. (KM86)
This wasn’t so much what had happened but what was said. I worked in a nursing home as an aide and was putting one of my favorite residents to bed for the night and I go to leave the room. She’s on alarms because her dementia is so bad that she thinks she can walk on her own and it goes off. I turn around and help her do what she’s getting up to do and as I’m tucking her in again she stops me and says “Jeremy…” Her son’s name. “You can have the money just don’t beat me. It’s not about the money, you can have it just be a good boy and don’t hurt me.” (OkayCOMMAneat)