It was my body I had minor surgery. While waiting for the meds to take effect intravenously, I remember the doctor yelling at the nurses, "You can't give a person with asthma this medication!" Then I remember a lot of commotion and looking at the IV in my arm. I was above the table looking at my body. The doctors and nurses were in a state of panic. I was with someone who made me feel peaceful and safe. He took me to the recovery room and said, "You have to go back into your body." I said, "How do I know which body is mine?" There were 15 or more girls all my age with the same gown, white sheet and gurney. He assured me that it would be okay and to just go back.

In 1965, I was less than a year old when I had this experience. I was sitting on the living room floor in front of the couch. My parents were in the house somewhere, but I didn't know where. I was alone. I decided to crawl around. I crawled over and around to the left side of the couch, and when I got to the back left corner I noticed there was plenty of room for me to crawl between the back of the couch and the wall. I crawled behind the center of the couch. The material under the couch was wripped open at the seam. The opening was big enough for me to crawl into it. I remember thinking, "Cool, a secret place where I can hang out and my parents will never know." I started crawling in until I noticed it was quite cramped because of the insulation or something above me. I got on my belly, grabbed the material under my hands, and pulled myself in further. I did this repeatedly until I was far inside the right of the couch. Then I noticed a big problem. I was running out of oxygen, and it was getting harder and harder to breath. I thought, "I have to get out of here so I can get air." I couldn't figure out how to back up and turn around because it was too cramped. I struggled and struggled but I realized I was going nowhere. The struggling made me need more oxygen. Soon there was almost no oxygen, making me too weak to struggle anymore. I gave up and began suffocating.

I was in the ER lying on a bed. I had needles, IV, and pain meds going through my body when I told the nurse I think I am going to throwup. She handed me a plastic contenter. According to the nurse, as I sat up to take the container, my eyes rolled back in my head and I fell back on the bed. My heart stop and I flatlined.

I was told that I had given a friend of mine an STD, which was not true, but at the time I was told that I needed to have penicillin. He took me to the hospital where they proceeded to give me shots. A male nurse gave me the shots. I was fine at first but as he gave me more shots, I started feeling weird and told him something was wrong. He tried to assure me that there was nothing wrong, but the room started spinning and I got a death grip on his stomach while saying make me believe it. I was on my stomach and I started having convulsions, which were so strong that my legs were buckling up under me and hitting my chest. Because I had my hand on the nurse's stomach he couldn't get to a call button, but the sound of convulsions got and someone came rushing into the room and said, "Oh my God." By this time I could not see anything in the room, only a tunnel with a really bright light at the end of it. About that time, two other people came into the room. I knew I was hyperventilating and trying to stay calm, but I had a great deal of pain.