My husband and I are enjoying a nice evening with our new friends. A very well to do couple that just loves spending gobs of money. And when you're with them you're treated just like family. As we make our way out of the jacuzzi she has a thought that we should drop everything that we are doing and go to Disney World. Of course, who am I to say no to a Disney vacation. We all travel to the Magic Kingdom and head to the castle. I have been to Disneyland several times because I use to live right there growing up. But this was my first time being to Disney World. It is my husband's first time being at a Disney Park period. As we stand right in front of Cinderella's castle I look over at my husband and ask him how it feels to be in a Disney Park. He looks at me so lovingly. But then his face starts to look alarms and it now feels like he is looking past me. I turn around to see a Minnie van right before it hits me.
I wake up in the hospital. My husband and I have had that baby that we use to talk about having and he is perfect. Just so cute and loving. My husband puts the baby in my arms and walks away. Just as he walks away my aunt's child walks into the room and pours super glue all over my feet. It pretty much dries on contact and I cannot move my feet. He then starts poking my son's feet with a needle.
My son and cousin are gone now. I am still in the hospital with the glue all over my feet and legs. The nursing staff are all medical students that are trying to earn their degree interning. I am now in a red sequenced dress. A few of the nurses aids cut off the dress and put a medical gown on me. They then took the dress and rubbed the rough dress on my skin hard. Breaking skin as they did it. I scream but they don't stop.
I am in the hospital bed and a heavy-set black man is sitting across from me. He asks me if I know where I am at. I answer Springfield and he tells me no. I am in a large room lined with beds. I look and see that I have an assigned number on my bed. My husband isn't there and I want him. I end up breaking out of the hospital and running to the first house that my husband and I lived together in, but he was not there. Now that I have left the hospital, I know that my bed would be given up so now I have to break back into the hospital and get to my bed before anyone knows that I left. I end up getting to an old closed up office where it looked like a tornado hit it. Nothing but trash and papers everywhere. And now I suddenly can't walk anymore and fall. I fall right on top of a dead body. I yell and scream to catch anyone's attention. When a nurse walks into the room she tells me that she doesn't have anything on file showing that I am supposed to be in the hospital.
Everything is dark. Nothing but black around me. Almost like I was on a black drawing board or the only other way that I could describe it is in 'Stranger Things' when Eleven goes into someone's mind and everything is dark. My great grandma appears right before me. I am so scared because I know that things are not right with me. She looks at me and says, "It's not your time". She then disappears just as quick as she appeared.
I am now left in the darkness all alone. I have always been kind of scared of the dark but not this time. I know that I may be at the end of my life. That things are not looking all that great for me. Normally I would have a flood of emotions but not this time. I would want to fight. I would be scared. I would be sad to leave my family. I would be angry that it is all happening so soon like this. But now I am alone emotionless. Like I am void of all emotion. I think to myself, "I'm just going to leave it in God's hands now". Everything I have been living through has been some kind of ongoing nightmare that I cannot wake up from. I am starting to become very self-aware.
My eyes start to wake up. I am on a table with a doctor working on me. He is doing something with stitches. I think he was trying to take them out. The hospital gown that I was wearing is on backward and open wide in the front for the doctor to work on me. The doctor tells the nurse, "Let's do this the old fashion way. Roll her from side to side". I am rolled from side to side. It hurts so bad. I try to scream but nothing is coming out. There is blood all over my chest and starting to soak into the hospital gown. A nurse is trying to wipe up all of the blood.
I wake up again. I can't move my arms or legs. A nurse soon enters the room and I try to ask her what's going on, but I can't speak. The nurse does let me know that I have a trachea and that is the reason that I can't speak. My feet feel funny. I tell the nurse that there is glue on my feet, and they need to get it off because I can't move my feet or legs. The nurse tells me that there is no glue on my feet.
My mouth was so dry, and I felt so thirsty. I never in my life wanted a nice long drink of water like I did at that time. I told the nurse the best I can that I would like a drink of water and she told me that I cannot have any water till I get a surgical procedure done to put a feeding tube in. She said that the next day I probably would get the feeding tube put in my stomach. I'm scared of this happening because of everything that was going on prior to this. Everything is so new to me, and I don't feel that I am out of the woods just yet. Heck, the last time that I started to feel that things were going to start getting better was the same day that everything went to shit, and I was put in the medical induced coma. But I was so sleepy too. There was also something in my nose. It kind of hurt. The nurse would drip something on that wire or whatever it was, and the drops would drop in my nose, and it felt as if it went straight through my nose and in the back of my throat. When this happened, it felt like I was getting a little bit of water and I was happy.
The next day comes up and I wake up thirsty as heck. But also scared as heck too. I know that this is the day that I will be getting a feeding tube. I am told what time they will be putting in the feeding tube. Near the time a nurse comes into the room, and I feel that it is to give me something to put me to sleep. Soon two women are around and talking. I know that they are just waiting for me to fall asleep. I want to sleep but my fear and nerves won't allow me to sleep. The women eventually walked away. I asked the nurse the best I can when that was going to happen because I am very thirsty. She told me that the doctor would be handling it the first thing in the morning.
Soon the morning started to come up and I was trying my best to get out of it because I was so scared. I would do pretty much the only thing that I could do and that was poop. And for some reason it was like I could poop on command at this time. Every time that I pooped the nurse would come in and clean me up. Like she knew I was dirty somehow. After so many times of doing that, I started to try to poop again and while I was in the middle of pushing, she hollered at me that I better not be pooping again. After I had been caught, I decided that I just have to accept my fate.
I started to get sleepy and started to drift off to sleep. While I was on the edge between the real world and the dream world the doctor did come in and take the wire out of my nose. It hurt so bad, but it was almost like I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I then entered sleep.
When I woke up the two girls are coming into my room with this very large scary mad max looking machine. They started to set the machine up and one of the girls took my temperature. She then told me that I am running a fever and that they couldn't move forward with the procedure. After they left a nurse came into the room and told me that nothing is going to happen if I have a temp. She said that they would try again the next day. However, she did start to dip this small sponge on a stick filled with water into my mouth. She allowed me to suck the water off of the stick and get that little bit of water. She told me to tell someone to wash my mouth and I will get that every time so to do that if I get thirsty and I can get a little bit of something. They could do it 3 times every time.
The next day comes up and the two ladies come in and start to set up the machine. One of them makes sure that I am not running a fever. Then the two women start to argue about something. One of them get so upset that they walk out leaving the other to set up the machine. As scared as I am I am now wanting to get this done because I am wanting to finally be able to get a drink of water. The other girl returns with what I only can assume is her superior. The two girls are told to do their job and they will have a conversation about whatever it is after everything is done. I probably should be more scared getting something done when the two women who are doing this to you are not getting along, but I just wanted to get it over with. But I soon fell asleep.
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Covid Almost Killed Me
Non-FictionI seemed to have it all. A loving husband, children, a job that I am good at, and my first home. But in a year time all of that is put through the ultimate test as covid tries to crush me and everything I have.
