Blessed are the organ donors.
It's July 10th, 2019, and I'm in a helicopter speeding to Advent Health Hospital in downtown Orlando after spending days completely out of my body, mind, and soul at home, not knowing what was happening to me other than I was hurting everywhere especially in the upper body area. Over the next 238 days I was in the hospital, entering eventually coming home on March 4th 2020. In the beginning I was in and out of a coma for forty five days as they attempted to find out why the numbers on the machines were going beserk. No one knew was going on with me, with the exception of it seemed to center around my heart. I was 'code blue' multiple times a day in the beginning although I have no memory of that or scans that were performed during my stay. I couldn't talk, move my arms and legs, or do much except lay there, count the acoustic tiles, and think to myself, "now I know the definition of the word, surreal.' Eventually I was healthy enough to be able to mak...