“I was in the operating room, with my son on my lap, in my mind, staring at the ceiling.
It was a surreal scene, but I didn’t think much about it.
I knew I’d get home and that I’d be okay.
Then I heard something.
It sounded like a baby’s cry.
I looked up and saw a nurse running down the hallway screaming, ‘What are you doing?!’
I was scared and confused, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, my legs and arms tied together.
It took all of 10 seconds to wake up and breathe.
I was told by the nurse that I had a heart attack.
I woke up in the ICU, feeling dizzy and dizzy, but still alive.
It felt like a dream, and then I got to the hospital.
I could feel everything.
I felt like I was floating, but my legs were still there.
My lungs were still working.
I couldn’t even feel my face because my face was so swollen.
It’s like a hospital gown.
It didn’t feel like a gown, but it was like a mask.
I had no idea what to do.
I kept hearing, ‘You’re awake.
Then it happened.
I saw a couple of nurses and they said, ‘Just wait.
You’ll be fine.’
And then I had this feeling that this is real.
It happened to me the way that a lot of people get cancer: I think they get a diagnosis, they go to the doctor, and they get an MRI.
But it didn’t happen to me.
The next day I went to see the nurses, and I couldn and didn’t talk for two days.
When I came back to the operating theater, I realized that the nurse was right: I was okay.
My son, who had been asleep in the room with me, was still alive, and we all got the news together and went home.
It wasn’t the worst experience of my life, but the fact that I didn-was able to get back to my normal life, to get to my job, to start again with my life and my family, was one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.
It meant so much to me, and to my family.
The other night, I had dinner with a couple friends.
We were eating dinner and my wife said, “Do you know what happened?”
I didn�t know, but we both know that I did.
I told her. I said, �I don�t have a memory of it, but something happened to the bed that night.
It made me feel very empty.
I don�’t know if it was the infection or the fever or the flu or whatever, but everything was wrong.
I just couldn�t stop thinking about it, and it made me cry.
Then, about six weeks ago, I started getting this cold, but this time, I could talk.
I started talking about it in my dreams, but nothing happened.
So, I took a walk.
I went back to sleep, but as soon as I woke, I felt the cold again.
I called my wife.
She went to the house, and she woke me up.
She told me that I needed to come home.
And then, just as quickly, my wife went to work and I had to come to work.
I asked her if I could stay in the house and see her, but she said, no.
So I called her a second time and she said she was going to call the cops and take me to the police station, so I went home and waited for them.
They came and took me home.
The night before, I woke to find that I was still in the coma.
I slept on the couch for the first two nights.
Then it was just like a nightmare.
I remember feeling a huge amount of pain in my chest, my ribs, my heart.
I did not know what to think.
I never dreamed that I would wake up in this coma.
The doctor said that the infection was the main thing that was causing it.
But I didn, too.
I thought it was going back to normal.
It became very clear that something was wrong the second I went into the hospital, and that it was probably a combination of the infection and the flu.
I realized then that I wasn’t getting better.
I wasn�t getting better, and my body didn�re know how to get better.
It started to affect my vision, my hearing, my memory, everything.
My heart started to slow down, I couldn� t feel my arms and legs.
I can�t even stand up.
I�ve had my heart removed, but now I have to start over.
I think that my heart condition is the reason why I can’t walk anymore.
It has taken so long