I am in a Little Rock-area hospital.
Last Sunday, I fell off a high porch and literally broke my back. The actual break impacted three vertebrae; repairs required fusion across five vertebrae with titanium screws and rods.
The surgery was a success.
Unfortunately, when I was at the hospital, and I think maybe when I was in the ambulance, they started using morphine for pain control. With the trauma of the break and the extreme chemical drama of the morphine, I ended up hallucinating, pulling out tubes and leads such as the tube for the IV (the lead is also used for the nurse’s call button).
The result of the delirium was that I didn’t know or understand where I was, how I got there, or why I was there. I kept asking for people to help me with the video screen that I thought was on the ceiling.
Crazy is as crazy does, especially when you’ve got a reason to be crazy, like drugs that provide you with various hallucinations when you are not used to any kinds of hallucinations.
I am now up and sitting in the chair for the first time, and it’s really the very first time that I’ve had any reasonable chance doing anything online of any significance.
