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I woke up in a hotel room. I traveled for a living so I reached for my cell phone on the nightstand on my left, like always. I needed to know if it was midnight or almost time to get up. I was with my boyfriend, Joel; I could tell from the snoring. We were on vacation.
I wriggled to sit up but something didn’t work. My thrashing woke Joel who turned on the light just as I fell out of bed. He came around to see if I was ok and quickly saw I was not right. He said “smile.” I did and he said, “I think you had a stroke.”
I was about 10 to 12 years old when my dentist gave me anesthesia in his dental practice. (I recently learned from a medical source that at that time, early 1960s, the correct required dose of 'laughing gas' for children was not yet known.)
My mother was abusive and had been suffocating me with a pillow sporadically, beginning when I was 5. I was a screamer and she would hold the pillow over my face until I quit struggling and went quiet. I learned to quit struggling very quickly.
In November 2016, I went in for spinal cord surgery. My surgery was successful, but two days later, before I was to be discharged, the nurse noticed I was bleeding from my surgical site. They notified the doctor of my bleeding, the doctor controlled the hemorrhage, and I had to go back to surgery.
When I went into pre-op to get ready for my second surgery, I felt like something was going to happen, like I was doing to die. I remember lying on the gurney in a dark room. I remember hearing a beautiful waterfall. Then I looked to my left, and seeing the waterfall, I said to myself, “I'm dead.”
This happened to me while getting a hernia repair. I was told I flatlined for 2 min 30 sec. No heartbeat, no breathing, nothing. They resuscitated me but I didn't wake till in the hospital ICU. I spent 5 days in hospital afterwards.
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