The entire time I was on a ventilator, I hallucinated that I was at a resort. I had no idea that I was in dire straits.
At one point, the director of the resort asked me if I wanted to stay at the property forever or go back home to my family. I told him I wanted to go back home. And that’s when I was revived and came off the ventilator.
During one operation, I saw the doctors working on me from above. I believe that I died or came close to dying several times.
For some reason the universe spared me. I know of many people who died on the ventilator and it makes me wonder how I was given the chance to continue my life.
It’s therapeutic for me to write about this here. I hope you will understand the emotional stress I have endured.
Thanks, for the support! 🙂