We did CPR and we get her to ICU and she survived. We have good reason to believe that all the rubbish she was coughing up from the infection blocked off her upper airway causing the hypoxic arrest. She happened to be nearby once, and she came over, used her key to get in after he didn’t respond to her knocking (because he couldn’t hear her), and she watched him slamming his vacuum into our wall for 20 straight minutes. He also had his stereo turned all the way up and his speakers pressed up to our wall. She evicted him that day. He was so mad but too bad. He ended up getting arrested a few years later for domestic assault and battery, and then his wife finally divorced him. Again, KARMA, and I didn’t have to do anything. I did feel sorry for his wife and kid, but she should have left him long before that happened. It’s not like it came out of nowhere. I got revenge in both cases by just waiting for these losers to do themselves in. One day, I’ll write about my former brother in law, but I don’t think anyone will believe me. He’s that big of a POS. In my old job, we had an assessment unit for referrals from the community.