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I was in the hospital for an anaphylactic reaction to shellfish. I was experiencing an unusual reaction called a biphasic or recurring reaction about every four hours. I was in ER three times within 24 hours. I was placed on an observation floor when I began to have another episode of anaphylaxis. My best friend remained with me at the hospital. We rang for the nurse and she then paged respiratory. In the ER they gave me shots of steroids, epinephrine and breathing epinephrine to open up my airways. For some reason, this time they gave me albuterol treatment rather than all the above. I began the treatment and noticed that it was not working. I was shaking my head and trying to tell the respiratory nurse that it wasn’t working.
My best friend said something to the nurse about the combination of drugs that seemed to work in the ER. They fought back and said that I wasn’t giving it a chance to work. Meanwhile I was having difficulty breathing. My friend shouted at the nurse, “It’s not working!” Then I could no longer speak. They called another respiratory nurse who removed the albuterol treatment from my face and put a cool mist. They also put a pulse ox meter on my finger that showed my pulse over 160. (My friend told me these details later.) As soon as the lady put the cool mask on my face, that’s when my airway closed. My friend told me I flared around and the finger monitor flew off. I went unconscious, and they called a CODE BLUE.
Riding my bike past a golf course, I see a van run a stop sign; however, I'm unable to swerve out of his way. I'm staring through the van's windshield at the driver and hoping he doesn't hit his brakes. He does, though, and now I'm flying. It's an odd sensation to be sailing through the air like some sort of awkward flightless bird. I don't remember hitting the pavement because I was distracted by the intensely bright column of white light shining out of the top of my body's head. I have only a moment to grasp that I'm outside of my body, and then, swoosh! I'm sucked up the column of light like an envelope in a pneumatic mail tube.
I was in a near-fatal car accident in 2010 when I was 21 years old. I had been drinking and a few minor problems with a relationship led me to the point where I got in my parents car while heavily intoxicated. I drove off and all I could think about was "I have to kill myself" or "something needs to happen so I don't make it home." It was around 1:45 a.m. to 2:00 a.m. in the morning and I remember driving down the center of a winding road going 90 mph just thinking that "something needs to happen" or that "I have to kill myself." I drove to the point where I see the junction of the local four-lane highway and I remember thinking "this is it, I'm running out of time" and I looked left in the distance for vehicles traveling south and then looked right for vehicles traveling north...I didn't want to harm anyone but myself. I then woke up in a helicopter being flown to the hospital. What occurred between the time of seeing the highway and waking up in the helicopter was something else.
I was hit by a car while riding my motorcycle. I died on the operating table.
I was born in October, 1926 in Oklahoma. I am, by education, a civil engineer. I am retired from the U.S. Army in which I served for 27 years. I have two college degrees, a bachelor’s of science in mathematics and another in civil engineering. I am in good health and have been throughout my life…with the exception of dying and that occurred only once. I have no mental derangement or nervous disorders. At least of which I am aware.
One morning in February, 1999, I was awakened by early symptoms of a heart centered problem. That determination was instantly made by my wife, an experienced nurse. She gave me an aspirin tablet and telephoned the nearest hospital, some 14 miles distant, alerting them that she was driving me directly to their emergency facility and that we would arrive in 20 minutes or less. We arrived at the hospital and the night duty physician arrived only minutes thereafter. I’m not aware of the procedure(s) the physician and his team performed or were attempting to perform, but several minutes after the beginning my heart ceased functioning and I lost all sense of contact with the hospital environment.
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