On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.
Category: Insight
Called Out of Darkness – Part II
My fears expanded their territory in my mind – fearful of going anywhere, fearful of closed in places, fearful of wide open spaces, fearful in crowds, fearful of death, and all were accompanied by anxiety.
Called out of Darkness – Part I
I was terrified of the thick darkness. I heard the siren as only a faint sound like it was far, far off in the distance. I wanted to get to that sound, but it was so dark, I did not know where it was. Thick darkness engulfed me, and I could barely hear the sound anymore. Death’s door was opened.