Is this what death looks like

Of course, no dead person would be able to give me an answer to this question!

Yoga has therefore returned since the pre-Christmas break, finally doing Kapo again and taking some control over the dropouts.

I saw the doctor at the hospital 10 days ago to discuss the CT scan and lung function test, he again said it’s not cancer but something is going on and m He ordered further blood tests and a bronchoscopy, which would be scheduled in the coming months. I actually received a follow-up appointment for July, so I thought I could forget about it for a while. So last Wednesday afternoon a call from the hospital, they want to do the bronchoscopy at 9am the next morning, wtf. No oral from midnight due to sedation, ok let’s get this over with.

8am the next morning I am checked in, dressed in a pretty dress and a lovely French nurse comes to insert the cannula after attaching me to monitors for blood pressure, pulse, oxygen etc, the only problem is that I’m dehydrated from 12 hours of NBM and every vein collapses after she inserts the needle, I’m fine with the needles, donating blood and love watching it fill the bag. Suddenly I feel really bad and I feel myself sliding on the bed, then the lights go out and I’m completely unconscious, is this what walking away from death is?

At one point, I don’t know how long, I’m vaguely in the room, there’s a light flashing above the bed and an alarm is blaring, I’m surrounded by 10 staff and the rescue team , I have no idea what they did to get me back to the planet, but I have a pain in the side of my ribcage, the nurse tells me my blood pressure and pulse are through the roof and she pressed the “Come on, let go” button by the bed, I’m glad she did.

So finally the cannula is fitted and I am taken to theater for the bronchoscopy work, a doctor called Fred, a tall man stands over me and says smiling, “you scared a lot of people.” people “.

Well it’s done now, I just hope they find an answer from all the tests as to what’s going on and don’t make me wait too long for an answer. But the more I think about what happened, the more I realize the vulnerability of living alone at home, if my lights went out like that, who is going to press the button and run to my aid.