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Got a stack of paper about what happened to me when the bleed happened in 2011. It seems as the vascular people arrived to assess me I blacked out then arrested. It took 15 minutes of manual heart compressions before they stopped, luckily for me when they did stop I had a pulse albeit not good but it was spontanious and I held my own. Then they stabalised me for about an hour and half taking xrays to detect what was going on, I arrested again. Intervention to resusitate me was immediate and although my blood pressure was non existant surgery was done to repair the bleed which by then was a huge sack of blood in my abdomen. 26 units of blood and repair operation later saw my family being told people in my situation don't usually survive. I was in the high dependancy unit for weeks. As I didn't die (again) my family were told severe brain damage was highly likely. Given that my kidneys failed, my liver was not functioning properly and my red cell production had ceased. Holding on to life was was a fight, the fight was happening inside my head in my brain which was conjouring up pretty weird scenarios. These were more nightmares that dreams playing a part with strangers in all sorts of weird situations involving mainly the RAF and Submarines. One nightmare was about Jenson Buttons mother being kidnapped, as I could fly helicopters (I can't in real life) I was gien the task to rescue Jensons mum. the events seem to happen in the dark but my helicopter had strong lights. Weird or what the nightmare stopped before any resolution was reached. Another time with my special flying suit and helmet on I thought the nurses were trying to kill me by freezing liquids being pumped into my suite. I tried to pull out all my tubes. There came a point where I was given morphine which made me halucinate that I had spiders and other creatures crawling about and over me. I started to have periods of conciousness but even lifting my arm drained me to the extent that I has nothing left. I was on/off breathing machines, I was on one when ther transfered me to the step down area. I was in a lot of distress most of the time some staff were supporting others just ignored your requests especially the night shift staff. A pick line was fitted under my armpit straight into my heart. It seems that my initial reason for admission to the hospital, Salmonella Sepsis, required 3 months of strong antibiotics which had to be injected near my heart because the drugs could damage my ateries/veins. I was transferred to a rehabilitation small hospital. I was hospitalised 28th July I came home the week before Christmas 2011. The fight was an actual "fight" for life with a load of nightmare scenarios. I beat the odds of 100 against surviving. My surgeon said on every vist that my survival was remarkable and whatever it was I had he wished others had it, that was said with a sprinkling of - You Shouldn't be here Mr D" - well thats my story I wanted the to tell you the bones of it. I recoved kidney and liver function, my red cell production restarted. I am a very lucky person to be here. If I can do it so can you DON'T give up.
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