I’ve undergone several severe treatments throughout my life. Tragically, I succumbed to an aneurysm and a stroke on my fifth treatment. Ironically, I somehow sensed my impending demise.
As my family was informed of my passing, I remained in the surgery room, sitting upright and babbling like a wild gorilla. To preserve my brain function, they placed me in a medically induced coma and administered an ice bath for over a week. Upon awakening, I found myself speaking and realizing that I needed to relearn English. In the process, I inadvertently forgot three languages.
They informed me that I would be in the hospital for months, relearning motor skills, walking, and recovering from pneumonia. Remarkably, I managed to discharge within a little under a month.
A common question people ask is whether I experienced heaven or hell. The answer is no; there was simply a peaceful, empty void devoid of any connections. I vividly recall being torn from this state and sitting upright, babbling. However, that week-long coma was an absolute torment in my mind, as my heavily medicated subconscious interpreted it as 8 decades of brutal mental torture that I still vividly remember.
Suppose it started out Leave It To Beaver peaceful, but I could sense it was too perfect. It became creepy when each person or character I encountered responded violently in a single voice after I realized it wasn’t real. Then, it launched a rant about how if I wanted to resist the peaceful transition it was offering, I could have it the hard way.
Then it spiraled out of control, with situations changing rapidly like a hall of horrors. Despite it ceasing to engage in verbal communication, I was always aware of each event, just cruel stuff. It felt like being in a classroom where you think time feels like it’s barely moving.
I’ve undergone several severe treatments throughout my life. Tragically, I succumbed to an aneurysm and a stroke on my fifth treatment. Ironically, I somehow sensed my impending demise.
As my family was informed of my passing, I remained in the surgery room, sitting upright and babbling like a wild gorilla. To preserve my brain function, they placed me in a medically induced coma and administered an ice bath for over a week. Upon awakening, I found myself speaking and realizing that I needed to relearn English. In the process, I inadvertently forgot three languages.
They informed me that I would be in the hospital for months, relearning motor skills, walking, and recovering from pneumonia. Remarkably, I managed to discharge within a little under a month.
A common question people ask is whether I experienced heaven or hell. The answer is no; there was simply a peaceful, empty void devoid of any connections. I vividly recall being torn from this state and sitting upright, babbling. However, that week-long coma was an absolute torment in my mind, as my heavily medicated subconscious interpreted it as 8 decades of brutal mental torture that I still vividly remember.
No way, not to drag up painful shiz, are you able to elaborate on the torture time warp? Feel free to not, obviously.
Suppose it started out Leave It To Beaver peaceful, but I could sense it was too perfect. It became creepy when each person or character I encountered responded violently in a single voice after I realized it wasn’t real. Then, it launched a rant about how if I wanted to resist the peaceful transition it was offering, I could have it the hard way. Then it spiraled out of control, with situations changing rapidly like a hall of horrors. Despite it ceasing to engage in verbal communication, I was always aware of each event, just cruel stuff. It felt like being in a classroom where you think time feels like it’s barely moving.