Approximately 2 years I was playing Video games with my Roommate. We decided that we wanted to replay Legend Of Dragoon. Easily one of my favorite games. I'd go into why but this isn't a video game review blog....yet...
After about an hour of playing and switching off, my breathing started to feel heavy. I figured "no problem, I'll just do my breathing machine(I forgot the name for it. I called it DNAS) and I'll be fine.
Sadly, that was not the case. Doing that seemed to make it much worse. I knew things were going wrong so I told my Roommate that we're gonna drive to the Hospital. I tried to stand up to get my shit together so I could drive but I could barely do just that. I sat down, told him "We ain't driving" and called 911 instead.
While waiting I gathered my Laptop and various other accessories that I like to have with me when I'm in the hospital. Lord knows how boring that place can get.
My check list was always my Laptop, my 2TB External HDD, PSP, DS, several games for both, and power cords for each. I learned that 2-6 weeks in the hospital can always drag on. You can only read so much or watch so much TV.
So, I managed to gather all that without even standing up. 911 arrives and I tell them what's going on. They take my SATs and see that I'm doing very badly. They throw me on a stretcher and start to wheel me to the hospital.
I get to the hospital and I'm on Oxygen while I wait. Starting to feel....I guess dizzy or light headed would be the way to explain it but I kept up high spirits. I was thinking I just had a lung infection and that it would be a typical two weeks in the hospital. That wasn't the case.
The Ward I usually go on was full so I went to another till a room opened up. I don't really remember much but what I do remember was I was coughing a lot. I mean nearly nonstop. I was in extreme pain. I was crying it was hurting so bad. They ended up giving me Morphine to help with the pain but from what I'm told it didn't.
I started to cough up blood and things started to go black for me.
After coughing up blood I remember waking up to a Doctor coming in and I begged him not to let me die. He ended up promising me that he wouldn't.
After that it was lights out for me. I awoke 5 days later.
What had happened was that they put me in a chemically induced coma to stop the coughing. They did this weird thing where they stuck a tube down my throat and drained the phlegm out of my lungs. It was apparently black and gross.
I asked if anyone took pictures while I was asleep, they just gave me looks and asked if I was retarded. What? I find this stuff cool. I may have been dying but that doesn't mean it's any less interesting in my eyes.
Anyways, while I was asleep the doctors and nurses told my friends and family that it's not looking good. That chances are, I'll die. No one really seemed to believe that I'd make it out of it.
Things just kept getting worse I'm told. There was a part were it started to get better but it was just a bumpy road that had a come recent repair in the middle. Things just started to get worse again. So, because of all that, I had friends and family by my side constantly. Talking to me, telling me stories, hoping I wake up and not die. I'm told I was never alone.
Even while under though, I was fighting, both mentally and physically. While asleep, I was trying to pull out tubes and everything. They had to tie my arms and legs down because I couldn't be stopped. My body just didn't want to be there.
After the 5 days though, a nurse is looking over me and she ended up turning around for a few minutes. When she looked back though....I had managed to pull out the tube in my lungs. See, what I somehow managed to do was while asleep, I used my tongue to remove the tube in my lungs that was sucking out the phlegm and blood. I don't know how but I did it.
Because of that they were forced to wake me up. I don't really know what happened and I wasn't told so I can't really fill anyone in on that but what I do remember is two things.
The first is that I yelled at my mom for spilling my entire Catheter all over the floor and demanded she clear it up.
The second is fighting with my uncle about how the curtains were pulled. I remember bitching at him to fix them and he pretended to do it so I said to him "I may be stoned but I'm not stupid".
The rest is pretty blank after that.
Now, while all stuff is happening when I was asleep, in my mind I was dreaming. I had a dream that my two best friends and I got a House together. I had the main floor, my friend John had the second floor, and my friend James had the basement. I had this really awesome computer/video game room set up and I was enjoying in it there but then I heard my mom screaming from outside demanding I move back home. That's when I woke up.
I miss that dream...
Well, there you guys go. That's my Coma experience. I'm not running out of stories. Life is just getting extremely busy is all. This new job is exhausting and I've been making new friends and hanging out with them. I'm barely home these days. Life sure is busy when you aren't dying.
Till next time~
