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My Life In A Coma

I was wearing a fentalyn patch for pain. I tried to do some gardening in the hot sun of Houston, Texas in July. I went to bed and didn't wake up. I was transported to a hospital many hours later. I was non responsive, in a coma. My liver and kidneys failed. I got pneumonia. My family was told I wouldn't make it. While in the coma, I lived an alternate life. My husband died in a car accident, among other new realities. I woke from the coma two weeks later, very confused. Not knowing that my coma life was not reality. I had no control over my bowels, I was extremely afraid and no one understood. I thought my husband had died and managed to communicate that. My neurologist thought I was out of my mind because he knew my husband was alive. I was terribly mistreated by nurses and a respiratory therapist because they thought I was so out of it that they could be abusive and I wouldn't remembeer. It was a nightmare in that pathetic excuse for a community hospital. I now suffer from PTSD from the abuse I suffered from two husbands and also that experience in that Hell hole after my coma. I don't think I will ever be at peace again. No one should have to suffer as I did at the hands of people who are supposed to help you. Shame on you, Bayshore hospital Pasadena, Texas
JuJuK JuJuK 61-65 2 Responses Jun 3, 2012

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wow,i lived a ten year lie.grew up had hurt, every thing that a life of hurt and pain i had the age of 23 i woke up to being me ..a 13 year old..where the hell are my kids... im crazy to think i have three kids at 13. but that was my chance to grow up i think.. maybe i was not going to make it so god let me live and make choices..too bad i came out of it,cause i miss my babys sooo much its unreal..they are not real..i feel the love and remember their faces and hugs,kisses..