Life Savor!

To finish the tale of my Near Death Experience (pretty dramatic even for me), there’s the part where I went crazy. This is not a euphemism … I literally experienced what they call Hospital Psychosis. I guess it was my first full day in the ER. I grabbed Robert’s arm and whispered, “You’ve got to get me out of here. They’re trying to kill me!”

Him: Sweetheart, you’re very sick. You’re on oxygen, you’ve got tubes everywhere, and they’re taking care of you while you recover.

Me: If you won’t take me home right now, you’re in on it! YOU’RE PART OF THE PLOT! (This to the tenderest man in the world, my lifelove for 30 years.)

Earlier I had been looking at what was in reality a blank wall, watched it become transparent and reveal the villains as they walked back and forth in the hallway, gathering the stuff to finish me off. And there I was, helpless, with lines going in and out of my body, knowing they had me trussed like a turkey while they readied the coup de grace. How diabolical!

When my wonderful sis-in-law Nora left to fly home for the funeral of her best friend, I’m told I grabbed her arm, and with the mask of a crazy person I hissed, “Are you the enemy?”

“No, honey, I’m Nora. I’m part of Team Roz, and we’re all working to get you well.”

Did I believe her? I doubt it, but then, I wasn’t there most of the time. The Me I’ve always known was gone. I was completely delusional.

I have since been told that this is not an uncommon occurrence. One source says:

Since the hallucinations appear to be based in reality, the patient may not even realize the television is not a fire-breathing dragon or the wallpaper is not alive. Conversations may be perfectly lucid but also perfectly wrong.

Fortunately, no dragons appeared, and in a day or so I was back to what passes for normal around here.

Thus endeth, finally, the saga of my Near Death Experience. From now on it’s full speed ahead with LIFE.

Hoping you are the same!