harry
Pimple on the Sack of S8n
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Post by harry on Apr 23, 2010 16:39:15 GMT -5
I was in a hospital in Vienna and was prepared for a operation. I lied still on the operation table and the doctor gave me a barbitorate injection in my armvene. Perhaps it was too a high dose, because I could not breathe anymore. I tryed to breathe, but it was impossible, because the breathcenter of my brain was paralized by the barbiturate-injection. It was a feeling for me like hanging on a gallow with a rope around my neck. It seemed to me a very long time of pain, my body was in a great convulsion - until it grew black before my eyes an I got unconcious. Then it was for me a very agreeable feeling after I had steped over the thrashhold from life to death. It was like bathing in a big basin with cosy warm water. But sudenly the good time ended for me, because I opened my eyes and saw the trist surroundings of the hospital room again. Therefore I became very angry and upset, because I experienced, that I was alife again and the painful happening of dying was again lieing before me. I had believed that all suffering had ended with the end of my life, but I was now in life again and all pain would occure once more after a time. Later I aknoledged that I was dead and the medicines had reanimated me. But I was not able to be thankful for this doings of them.
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Post by S8n on Apr 24, 2010 12:11:01 GMT -5
I was in a hospital in Vienna and was prepared for a operation. I lied still on the operation table and the doctor gave me a barbitorate injection in my armvene. Perhaps it was too a high dose, because I could not breathe anymore. I tryed to breathe, but it was impossible, because the breathcenter of my brain was paralized by the barbiturate-injection. It was a feeling for me like hanging on a gallow with a rope around my neck. It seemed to me a very long time of pain, my body was in a great convulsion - until it grew black before my eyes an I got unconcious. Then it was for me a very agreeable feeling after I had steped over the thrashhold from life to death. It was like bathing in a big basin with cosy warm water. But sudenly the good time ended for me, because I opened my eyes and saw the trist surroundings of the hospital room again. Therefore I became very angry and upset, because I experienced, that I was alife again and the painful happening of dying was again lieing before me. I had believed that all suffering had ended with the end of my life, but I was now in life again and all pain would occure once more after a time. Later I aknoledged that I was dead and the medicines had reanimated me. But I was not able to be thankful for this doings of them. Is this you Casanova? Welcome.
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