Well, it has been a fun month. The fun had only started on my last post on the 2nd, Little did I know what was going to happen two days later. For one whole week the doctors had tried to get my left lung to move air, but it simply would not. On the night of May 3rd, they decided to bring out the big guns to break it loose, and I was more than willing tot try it. It did work a little ,and then all of a sudden they pushed it too much and once again I was in distress. They loaded me up with drugs, got my breathing back under control, and the night ended.
There was nothing special about the next morning. It was a nondescript day, at least as far as I could tell from a hospital room. The therapist came in to do the morning treatment, and said that we were going to do the same thing as the night before, only we would lead into it a different way. I was a little skittish from the night before, but knew we were running out of time to get that dang lung unplugged. The session started, and I knew something was wrong right away. I signaled to my wife, who was next to me ,chatting with my older sister, that I was in trouble. They pulled the mask off of me, and I was frantic to breathe. By now, the nurses were beginning to arrive. I turned to my wife and told here that I was dying this time. I heard the nurse in the background yell at me to be quiet and save my energy, and that I was going to be okay. I knew I was not OK, and that is the last thing that I remember.
.Sometime later I looked up at my wife who was sitting on the bed with tears in her eyes. I was puzzled because I had had such a wonderful, peaceful, nap, and she was crying. I asked here what was wrong, and she said, " you don't know, do you?" She then told me that I had coded, and was indeed dead for a few moments. She even showed me the paper from the EKG showing the flat lines.
OK, I am amazed. Apparently on May 4th, I died, and on on May 4th, I got a new life, a second chance. a contract extension, something. I must now choose carefully, and use this time wisely to make my life count.
More later
Special thanks to GF for the call at the hsopital,. So nice to hear from you, my old friend.
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I had always thought that there was some type of Divine order to this chaos. I always wanted to believe that everything happened for a purpo...
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Cedar: Yes it was good to actually talk with you. Get better and I can't wait to talk in person. Oh, one question...just exactly what was the "signal" that you gave your wife. I don't have a wife, but perhaps it is a universal signal that women understand? That would be nice...but then, I guess...women understand a lot of things us men don't. HA! Keep on the mend!
GF, Ithink it was a mental thing. My wife can read me like a book, and sometimes even knows before I do when I am in trouble.yes, I believe it is a gift mostly for women, wives,and mothers. My mother could do the same thing.
GOD BLESS WOMEN!
Cedar: Well if she can read you like a book...it is obvious that she didn't graduate from our alma mater! Ha!
now, that was funny, GF.
By the way, what has happened to our Kellogg friends and IEG? Have not heard from them for months and months.
Blimey....... Im just so pleased to read your ok..... bloody hell matie, dont go doing that again will ya.....
and YES us woman know a lot more then you blokes give us credit for.......
Please keep getting better as each day passes......
x
Hey,MT, yes I am getting a little better each day.guess I will be on oxygen 24/7/365, but there are worse things, like not being here.
Thanks for the get well thoughts.
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