Happy Anniversary, Salomé

Thank you for being there with me. I am forever grateful you saved my life while making the four days I was in a coma so magical. The rest of my family and friends were in a complete panic and I was having one of the most interesting times of my life… hardly seems fair, right?

Last Friday (April 8th if you want to put it in your calendar) was the anniversary of the day I went into the hospital knock knock knockin’ on heaven’s door.

Yes, . . . → Read More: Happy Anniversary, Salomé

Me and My Coma

The first question everyone asks when they find out I was in a coma for four days is: “Do you remember anything?” Yeah. I remember everything. It’s crystal clear even now, six months later. Everything that happened to me during the coma is as real to me as this keyboard under my fingertips.

You know the setup: I’d been sick in bed since Sunday afternoon; it’s now Thursday noon, 8 April. Hal is downstairs teaching English to Martin, a tico friend who happens to work in the medical supply business. Martin . . . → Read More: Me and My Coma