6 Hours: What is it Like Being in a
Coma for 6 Hours?
I
realized from this class I was too isolated. So I’ll be talking about what I
went through when I was in a coma.
There was nothing
around me giving me clues to the presence of what life was. I remember the low
glare of the fluorescent light of the day. This was the only way I could tell
at this point what time of day it could be. I remember the numbness of my body.
I swear I could smell chemicals from cold air breathing in through my nose. It
scared me. I look down at my white robe on me as it is distant from me as a
person. It’s funny how you not become a person once you enter the hospital. I
suppose as hard as they try this happens anyway.
Is my body revealing
too much I’m thinking? I don’t know. My mind was so fogged and closed then. I
knew the path I was going down next; I knew it all too well. I had been there
before. The essence of fading life in me and the air that is usually so strong
was now getting weaker in me when you start to lose life. I looked to the doctor’s
strong glass frames on his eyes and his stern look …, to get nothing …, nothing
from him. Did I say something he didn’t hear? I needed his feel, I needed this
for comfort. But again …, I got nothing. Eyes so brown and so beautiful cradled
in a tight white wrap were now brought out to me. The cold and emptiness around
couldn’t take away the igniting feeling between need and want that was happening
now between two beings. My son that was inside of me moments before was
connecting with me so truly as I had felt when he was inside of me. It is sooo
true that this happens for ALL you to know! But I was still too aware of my
insides that were now laying on the gray, dull, steel tray next to me as my son
was taken away-wouldn’t of known this had my doctor not told me and my ex-husband
explained how the procedure is done when you have a C-section.. The rustling
commotion from my cousin and the staff left too much confusion for me to understand
as my cousin addressed should he be brought in now, or should I get him? So who
was she bringing in? My abuser? It is scary right now. How could my cousin do
this to me? I pushed my weak body to connect a short while. But this would not
last. My son was taken away after I was told I could not get too close to him and
I would drift off, for a while, a while of drifting scary memories of trying to
come back for 6 hours while being in a coma.
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