Leaving my old world on April 11, I woke up somewhere along the way during the next 9 days. I could not remember much. I knew my daughter; recognized a hospital; not where.
My body seemed strange and there were other appendages I could not place as mine. Sleeping seemed the answer.
Then I was being slushed all over with water even though I truly had little feeling or thoughts. A P.T. Came and said I was to walk producing a belt, which he put around me and a 4 wheel push cart. I think we walked down the hall, gown flapping in the breeze. He brought me back and set me in a chair.
My daughter stated that I talked but no one could understand me. I could not read or write. I did know my name. It cane out all crooked.
I stayed there 9 days. I will have to tell the story in jumbled parts. That is how I remember it.
My old world was gone. I had been given a new world and a new opportunity to live this new short life each minute, with more compassion and gratitude.
Those old memories were mostly gone as well. Perhaps, I thought they would come back. I seemed happy either way.
I am trying to learn the microphone way. It is too difficult to type.