This has happened to me twice first icu coma was a week second was much worse a month in a coma on ecmo I don't think I will every recover mentally from this I'm always stopping mid sentence have trouble with my words flashbacks anxiety etc the list goes on the last coma was a year ago 😢
I was having wild delusions, reliving some of the most exciting times of my life, in the most vivid fashion. In my mind, I was on jump run, ready to skydive out of a DC3 three miles above the earth . . . going to be the last man out, my favorite position. It was the maximal flying of my body. Bursting into brilliant sunshine outside the airplane door, I immediately assumed a head dive with my arms tucked behind me (in my mind), feeling the familiar buffeting as I fell beneath the prop blast, watching from upside down as the belly of the enormous silvery plane started to shoot skyward, its huge propellers whirling in slow motion, earth and clouds below mirrored on its underbelly. I was musing over the odd sight of flaps and wheels down (as if landing) while still miles above the ground (all to slow down and minimize wind shock to the exiting jumpers). I tucked my arms in extra tight in a head-down dive to accelerate briskly to over 220 miles per hour, nothing more than my speckled blue helmet and shoulders against thin upper air to resist the tug of the huge planet below, moving more than the length of a football field every second, the wind roaring by furiously at thrice hurricane speed, louder than anything-ever. Passing between the tops of two enormous puffy white clouds, I rocketed into the clear chasm between them, green earth and sparkling deep blue sea far below, in my wild, thrilling rush down to join my friends, just barely visible, in the colorful snowflake formation, growing larger every second as other jumpers joined in, far, far below . . . I was flipping back and forth between being present there in the ICU and being out of my mind in the adrenaline-soaked delusions of a gorgeous skydive. I was between nutty-and getting it. For two days I blabbered about skydiving, airplanes, and the Internet to all who would listen. As my physical brain gradually recovered its bearings, I entered a strange and exhausting paranoid universe. In short, I was a little crazy.
American Version: Ricardo abandoned Doreen and they are both in huge medical debt. Ricardo took all of Doreen's friends and then Covid would leave Doreen, in hospital, alone, again. fin
This is such a great resource! My only correction is that patients are not "sleeping" when sedated on the ventilator.
Nope usually having terrible nightmares, that are far more real than any dream they have ever had.
I just had this after lung surgery for a cist
I was having nightmares what's going on at this point.
We dont sleep. At least I didnt.
So relatable. Just two years out from Ecmo recovery
This has happened to me twice first icu coma was a week second was much worse a month in a coma on ecmo I don't think I will every recover mentally from this I'm always stopping mid sentence have trouble with my words flashbacks anxiety etc the list goes on the last coma was a year ago 😢
I was having wild delusions, reliving some of the most exciting times of my life, in the most vivid fashion.
In my mind, I was on jump run, ready to skydive out of a DC3 three miles above the earth . . . going to be the last man out, my favorite position. It was the maximal flying of my body.
Bursting into brilliant sunshine outside the airplane door, I immediately assumed a head dive with my arms tucked behind me (in my mind), feeling the familiar buffeting as I fell beneath the prop blast, watching from upside down as the belly of the enormous silvery plane started to shoot skyward, its huge propellers whirling in slow motion, earth and clouds below mirrored on its underbelly. I was musing over the odd sight of flaps and wheels down (as if landing) while still miles above the ground (all to slow down and minimize wind shock to the exiting jumpers).
I tucked my arms in extra tight in a head-down dive to accelerate briskly to over 220 miles per hour, nothing more than my speckled blue helmet and shoulders against thin upper air to resist the tug of the huge planet below, moving more than the length of a football field every second, the wind roaring by furiously at thrice hurricane speed, louder than anything-ever.
Passing between the tops of two enormous puffy white clouds, I rocketed into the clear chasm between them, green earth and sparkling deep blue sea far below, in my wild, thrilling rush down to join my friends, just barely visible, in the colorful snowflake formation, growing larger every second as other jumpers joined in, far, far below . . .
I was flipping back and forth between being present there in the ICU and being out of my mind in the adrenaline-soaked delusions of a gorgeous skydive.
I was between nutty-and getting it.
For two days I blabbered about skydiving, airplanes, and the Internet to all who would listen. As my physical brain gradually recovered its bearings, I entered a strange and exhausting paranoid universe.
In short, I was a little crazy.
Thank you for this educational video, IC Connect
Thank you for this
This is what's happening to me 😭😭😭
Thank you , very informative
American Version: Ricardo abandoned Doreen and they are both in huge medical debt. Ricardo took all of Doreen's friends and then Covid would leave Doreen, in hospital, alone, again.
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