I have been under the care of nurses post op more than a person should. All have been wonderful, compassionate human beings. Sans one.
I flat lined. And remembered everything. My family had all just left. Last thing I could do was sleep.
A nurse came in to give me a back rub as I felt run over by a train. I got nauseous and threw up a ton of blood. Of course I was freaking out asking where the blood is coming from.
( later I learned it was from the tube down my throat but when you don’t know and have just flat lined it has your full attention)
In icu and “my nurse” was doing her thing on my PCA pump. I said “ I remembered everything “
She said “ you want me to get the psyc dept to come talk to you?”
I said things to her I don’t usually say to people. But I thought her the most cold person I ever met.
