For those of you who’ve been following along . . . “The I.C.U.” is part three of my near-death rock-climbing story. This is my favorite of all of the sections and shows most clearly what it is like to be a very very sick patient in the ICU.
Ten years ago today (January 25, 2003), I fell 80 feet (24 meters) while rock climbing at T-Wall, a popular climbing site in Tennessee. The doctors said I might not live; when I did, they said I’d never be the same again. Today, not only am I “normal,” most people don’t even know this incident ever happened. This is part three of my story. (To read parts one and two, click here and here.)
THE I.C.U.
4 a.m.
A scream. More of a growl, actually. Arrrr! Arrrr! Arrrrrrrr! The pirate a few rooms down was hallucinating again.
Footsteps echoed off the laminate floor.
Then, silence.
I could hear machines humming. My machines. Whirrrr. Whirrrr. Their green lights glowed in the dark. I pretended they were aliens.
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Hi Jess,
Still an amazing and strong story and I’m glad you lived to tell it :)
Ciao, Poul
Thank you, Poul. So am I. I’m enjoying reposting this, but eager to get onto writing new things, too… This is good, though. Life has been busy lately. Reposting this is giving me time to work on other things, and to reflect.
I hope you’ve been well!!! :) Jess
Sounds good Jess, sometimes you just need to hold back and reflect I think :)
I’m quite well, just not finding the time to keep the blog up to date as much as I would like to!
Ciao, Poul
I can relate! I will respond to your email soon, too, by the way! It’s always great to hear from you. :)
Yay :-)