When they were finally able to put me under sedation it was horrible. My brain was doing crazy things. Maybe it was my subconscious or maybe it was actually what was happening but it seemed like a computer was shutting down and going haywire. There was a screen playing random and sometimes disturbing images and I remember fighting not to believe those images. I was faced with my own mortality frequently during this time to the point I didn't know if I was alive or dead for days. I hate ketamine, was it necessary? Absolutely, but I'd rather not go through that ever again. The one that was most frequent was me laying lifeless on a hospital bed and me trying to figure out if it was real or not. I was so confused because multiple times I experienced use something called "unintentional awareness" where I would wake up on the table during the many surgeries. So you can imagine how crazy I felt.
No one knew if I would make it in those first couple of days, but I know there were many who expected nothing less. I know there were people praying for me and I was definitely praying for myself every chance I got and was lucid enough to do so.
When I started to finally become clear one of my sisters were in the ICU room with me and I asked her if WE were dead. I can laugh now but I was very serious at that moment. I probably would have come to my senses faster but you know Covid was hendering the contact I needed. This wasn't the first time I needed a familiar voice to anchor me either.
Some weeks in, I was coming out of yet another surgery but this time I was out of my mind. I was fighting them with every ounce of strength I had because I was convinced they were kidnapping me. I thought I had escaped the hospital and they had captured me. Now keep in mind, my right leg is paralyzed, both hips and my pelvis were broken and my left knee had just been operated on. I had to be losing it for real. That resulted in me being given a sedative for awhile.
Then, I kept telling them I had an allergy to adhesive but they kept putting it on me until it burned my mouth while I was intubated for one of my surgeries. By this time I was lucid and I was not happy at all and I made sure they knew it. I feel some type of way about my face......
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