Allow me to write a little more on what happened to me when I fell into a comma, that lasted ten days last winter. Actually there was no advance warning, I just layed down one night, and afterwards my wife couldn't get me to respond. She called the ambulance, and neither could they get to respond, so I was swept away to the local hospital, in a diabetic comma. There they admitted me to the intensive care unit, and even allowed my wife to be by my side because I was deemed on my death bed, and unexpected to make it. But of course, I didn;t know any of this was happening, because I was totally unconscious, for the next ten days.
My wife stayed faithuflly by my side every day, trying to get me to wake up, until my consciousness came back. I remember her crying and pleading to the Lord, 'Give me back my Pa, Give me back my Pa'. I thought to myself thats a strange thing to be saying because I was there across the hallway on the other side of the ICU But then I saw my body lying there, beside her, and my spirit went over to her and my body. But from there on in, it was a horrible experience, as they then sent her home because I was making a recovery. And because both of us were unvac...... she as a supposed threat to others had to go home, and no longer allowed to stay with me, or even come inthe hospital. There went the one that brought me out of my comma, and there went my comforter and supporter.
I remember waking up and wanting water for my parched and cracked lips. I could barely talk. I asked for water, the nurses refused to give me any relief. I asked again and again... They rebuked me saying, "You need to keep quiet". They laughed and carried on their private conversations.. I asked again, they rebuked me angrily again, and I said "You need to not abuse patients, but help them". I learned latter from my wife, that they had intentionally turned off the heat in my ICU room, They just didnt like me, and I had not done or said anything to incur their wrath except, I quess, not taken the jab.
The next day, as I lay prone in my hospital bed which was too short for me... the infectious disease doctor, looked over my charts and said I had to take a Co...test, I just shook my head, and he started to degrade my choice and myself, but the hosital doctor stepped in, and said... No, he doesnt have to because he has no symptoms. This even though the other doctor said, they would no longer treat me, because I was unvac.
I just layed in my bed for the next four days, not making many signs that showed them I was healthy again. But when I overheard the physio therapist say, I needed to show mobility to be able to go home. I dressed in their patient smock, the next morning, and without a 'walker' or cane, walked down to the far away hospital ENTRANCE and back, to prove to them I was mobile. Actually quite the miracle, because I was rather shaky. Neverthless I was released the next day, and headed home via
my daughter's help. Ha... walking through the snowy sidewalk in my hospital socks, just to get out and away from the hospital.and into her truck.
Thats not my opinion, thats what factually happened to me. It isn't a theory but the experience I went through. The Lord and my wife get the credit for bring me back to life, and now, once again, must do what I can before I go....
LIJ
David