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I was about 14 and got pretty sick one summer, came home and went to bed early... mom thought it was odd since school was out at the time.
Had bad vomiting, fever, sweats, totally jacked up in a matter of hours... she calls the DR.
Dr. has no idea what to do other than get me to the hospital PRONTO...I puke and hallicunate the 45 min drive there in the car.
Get to the hospital, get checked in, get whisked off to an isolation room where everyone around me is in space suit looking things as im sitting there alone in my underwear. (( always wear clean underwear, lol))
I get placed in room that has a bed and TV on the wall only, everything else was stripped out apparently. My doctors as well about 15 other doctors come in w/masks on and are examinig, talking, etc.... still no idea whats up and Im getting sicker.
They have a priest come sit with me for last rights, confessions, etc since I am catholic.... at this point, im completely out of my mind from what I remember.
The odd part was that I saw my grandfather that I never met since he died before I was born. We had a conversation that he told me about heaven and what its like... Totally peaceful and calming..... I also saw the face of Jesus and talked to him. He asked me if I wanted to stay or come with him home. I said that I'd like to stay and check things out here on earth.....
As I was lying there dying, a Medical conference was happening at Temple hospital, a Dr there from the Center for Diease control was there speaking and was told of my case. He came in, examined me and told the Doctors that I had Toxic Shock Syndrome.
Since I am male, no one thought to look for TSS to be what was causing my body to shut down so fast.
They got me all kinds of meds that made me sleep about 23 hours a day. I could only stay up to see the news at 5pm and then passed out again to crash....
14 days later I was out of the hospital and spent the rest of the summer vacation from school recovering with Mom watching me like a hawk....
The stragest part wasconversing my grandfather that I saw at the edge of life/death who was dead before I was born, he also hated having his pics taken so I never knew what he looked like.
About a month later my mother was cleaning the house and located her wedding album that actually had a pic of my grandfather that was dead. It was the same fucking image that I saw on the edge..... I'll never forget that momment of realizing that maybe there is somewhere out there.........
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