(Son-of-a-bitch, I DID die.................. read on:)
The last thing I remember on the morning of January 6th is my wife saying: You have got to go to the doctor NOW!
Apparently I went, and the doctor immediately called an ambulance and put me into intensive care. (My blood oxygen level was 55% vs. the normal 95%. At that level your organs start to die!))
In rapid succession I had double pneumonia, blood clots in my lungs, collapsed lungs and total respiratory failure!
And then I died!
But they brought me back!
Then I died again!
But they brought me back again, and put me on life support for over a month!
After that a gradual recovery and now I'm home, but feel worse than I ever have in my life.
But I guess it's better than the alternative!
The last thing I remember on the morning of January 6th is my wife saying: You have got to go to the doctor NOW!
Apparently I went, and the doctor immediately called an ambulance and put me into intensive care. (My blood oxygen level was 55% vs. the normal 95%. At that level your organs start to die!))
In rapid succession I had double pneumonia, blood clots in my lungs, collapsed lungs and total respiratory failure!
And then I died!
But they brought me back!
Then I died again!
But they brought me back again, and put me on life support for over a month!
After that a gradual recovery and now I'm home, but feel worse than I ever have in my life.
But I guess it's better than the alternative!
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