@ deepcreek This is a copy of a story I wrote in a previous thread. It is a funny story about my recent heart attack which turned out to have been “only” a clogged little artery deep inside the heart. After two days of tests, they decided to catheterize my heart. They wheeled me down to the room where the deed was to be performed, ran a few more tests, shaved around private parts of anatomy where I could not see any connection to my heart. I sort of mentioned they were working on the wrong end of me, so they stuck a needle into my ankle with the info that it was just to make me relax.
They then wheeled me over to the “operating” table and started lining up whatever was needed for the next step of their procedure. About the time I started feeling “relaxation” creeping over my body, I got a pain in my chest about as severe as my original heart attack had been. I knew how sodium pentathol reacted, so I thought that is what they had injected into my ankle. The chest pain was totally unsuspected by the victim, so the victim decided, “What the heck, they must know what they are doing.” .The victim just “relaxed” and went to sleep.
I have no idea how much later I became aware of anything. I was aware that my gurney was moving, but had no idea of my surroundings. I finally realized the gurney was making a sharp turn and suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes. Here was a door opened against the wall I was then facing. The wall was within reach of my hand should I have thought to try.
My wife often asks me, as I return from looking at a new property, “What color is the house?”
“How in heck do I know the color of the house? I was there to look at the yard. If everything is green, the yard is healthy. If everything is brown, they have serious problems.”
In this case, even tho I had been in the room for two days before catheterizatin, I had no idea, if asked, what color the walls of the room had been. Here I was, awakening from a deep, and induced, sleep with my last thoughts that I was going into another heart attack. I had not been worried in any way at that moment, so as stated, I just relaxed and went to sleep. AND NOW, here I was just awakening and facing a PURPLE wall. I just started laughing and at same time, I exclaimed, “ My God! I’m dead!”
All I could think of at that moment was that I had been rolled into a mortuary. I told the nurses later that I thought purple is a very inappropriate color for a cardiac recovery room. I got a good laugh from some of them.
Sorry to repeat myself, but for once, the story is on topic, ----I think. I must be failing fast.
Tinker
