There were funny things that happened also. The quick response by the police and medics, getting me quickly to a trauma center where they used this relatively new procedure of reducing my body temperature to throw me into a coma, all helped to save my brain. Pretty amazing stuff.
The real hero is my wife who kept a constant watch over me and kept me from further damaging myself. Even though I was out of it I kept trying to climb out of my bed. One time she came back into the room to find me stark naked, I had pulled out all the feed tubes and was covered with my own shit. All the alarm bells were going off. She said I looked like a Picasso master piece. Another time they gave me a tooth brush, which I couldn’t use. The nurse went to my wife and said “We are worried about your husband because he said the most terrible things to that tooth brush.” My wife said “He’s doing OK he often swears at inanimate things.”
We got to be on TV, but it was a short segment. I guess you have to die to get any real coverage. I kid the guys saying I was trying to die but you sonsabitchs wouldn’t let me.
