My Motorcycle Injuries

My daughter told me a story about myself the other day. It involved my time in the hospital years ago, just after I had become more coherent. The guy in charge of the church services during my absence was in the hospital room and I apparently told him that I was certain that I would be ready to take charge of the worship services on the upcoming Sunday. At the time I had been kept unconscious for over a week and I had been put through roughly a dozen surgeries. I was physically unable to get out of bed for any reason and I was unable to function physically in any practical way. I could barely speak coherently because my mind was in a drug induced haze and my jaw was wired shut. My daughter said that he gave me a quiet "alright" sort of answer and things moved on. I was obviously not in my right mind, but part of the problem must have stemmed from the fact that I never really think that I'm down for the count in anything that I do. I checked with that same guy the other da...

I experienced some fairly intense nightmares and hallucinations during the first week and a half of my time in the hospital. To this day I can only remember a few fragmented minutes of reality from that time period, but I remember the nightmares and hallucinations vividly. The strangest thing about them is the fact that I never remembered dreams before the accident; never. The last dream that I remembered before the accident dated back to when I was about twelve years old. Since then I would sleep soundly at night and wake up in the morning without any memory of the things that my mind had worked out through the night. This has changed completely since the accident. I now remember dreams often when I awake. I always forget the content of these dreams soon after, but I do remember them upon waking. It’s a fairly big adjustment for me because it has changed the way in which I function mentally after more than four decades. It’s a strange thing to have my subconscious thoughts played out ...