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Death
Have you ever thought that maybe you were about to die? I have wondered several times in the last 6 or 7 months if I was either not going to wake up in the morning or if I was about to die right that moment. Today there were a few moments that I wondered. I was a little like Red Fox on the old “Sanford and Son” show and wasn’t sure that I was about to check out. I am having a problem with my blood pressure and during dialysis today it bottomed out. At around 75/30 my mind started to shut down and I got weak as hell. Everyone was trying to talk to me, asking if I was alright, but I just couldn’t put words together.
Not to worry I already had an IV in me and they started pumping fluids back into me and in a little while I perked up but it took almost an hour before I was steady enough to walk and go home. I feel great right now but that isn’t really what this post is about.
As my thoughts started to slow down I had a rather interesting feeling about it all. I was not at all afraid and felt strangely at peace. My vision began to fade but somehow I could seem to see so clearly. It was a little like looking at things through either a telescope or maybe a microscope. Details became so sharp. Everyone else was sort of freaking out but I was at peace and not at all worried. I sort of felt like I didn’t care one way or another and that it would be OK either way it went.
For about 5 minutes I came face to face with my mortality and you know what? Even as my mind slowed I was very aware and my most powerful emotion was a vast curiosity about what is next. I am aware that this was mostly the wandering of a mind that was starved for oxygen but nonetheless it was sort of nice to know that when my time comes I will be at peace with it.
Nobody could understand why as I came out of it why I was so danm chipper. I felt really good and happy. I was just a little shaky but honestly, I was in better shape than my wife and nurse were. They are having a hard time with the fact that though I am in a state of almost total renal failure, I am not holding any fluids and when they do the dialysis they can’t take much fluid out of me. That is NOT typical. I was one liter down today and my BP just fell off a cliff and bounced back when they gave me about a liter back.
I am now back to normal and feel great but it was an interesting experience.
PS: Danm is my first name and last initial. I know how to spell damn but prefer my own twisted way and do it on purpose.
Have you ever thought that maybe you were about to die? I have wondered several times in the last 6 or 7 months if I was either not going to wake up in the morning or if I was about to die right that moment. Today there were a few moments that I wondered. I was a little like Red Fox on the old “Sanford and Son” show and wasn’t sure that I was about to check out. I am having a problem with my blood pressure and during dialysis today it bottomed out. At around 75/30 my mind started to shut down and I got weak as hell. Everyone was trying to talk to me, asking if I was alright, but I just couldn’t put words together.
Not to worry I already had an IV in me and they started pumping fluids back into me and in a little while I perked up but it took almost an hour before I was steady enough to walk and go home. I feel great right now but that isn’t really what this post is about.
As my thoughts started to slow down I had a rather interesting feeling about it all. I was not at all afraid and felt strangely at peace. My vision began to fade but somehow I could seem to see so clearly. It was a little like looking at things through either a telescope or maybe a microscope. Details became so sharp. Everyone else was sort of freaking out but I was at peace and not at all worried. I sort of felt like I didn’t care one way or another and that it would be OK either way it went.
For about 5 minutes I came face to face with my mortality and you know what? Even as my mind slowed I was very aware and my most powerful emotion was a vast curiosity about what is next. I am aware that this was mostly the wandering of a mind that was starved for oxygen but nonetheless it was sort of nice to know that when my time comes I will be at peace with it.
Nobody could understand why as I came out of it why I was so danm chipper. I felt really good and happy. I was just a little shaky but honestly, I was in better shape than my wife and nurse were. They are having a hard time with the fact that though I am in a state of almost total renal failure, I am not holding any fluids and when they do the dialysis they can’t take much fluid out of me. That is NOT typical. I was one liter down today and my BP just fell off a cliff and bounced back when they gave me about a liter back.
I am now back to normal and feel great but it was an interesting experience.
PS: Danm is my first name and last initial. I know how to spell damn but prefer my own twisted way and do it on purpose.