Anyways, she finally arrived and took me to the clinic. When I got in the office, a girl comes into the room to take a culture of my throat. I could not open my mouth very wide because it was so soar. She hit my throat wrong and I ended up holding on to her for dear life and gasping for air. I was terrified.
The doctor came in an yelled at me that I should be in a hospital and not in her clinic. I was borderline conscious at that moment. The next thing I knew, paramedics were around me putting needles in my arm and taking me to the hospital. I was so bad that they prepped the operating room for a tracheotomy. It took the doctor an hour to arrive. I was put on oxygen.
While I waited for the doctor, I was trying to get out of my body so I could leave (die). The next thing I saw was Mother Mary came in at the foot of my bed and started yelling at me. I was not to leave and to stop trying. I was stunned. I had no idea they yelled! I was totally at attention during that episode. When she dematerialized, I saw my mother and doctor come into the room. The doctor put a probe down my nose to determine what was going on with my throat. I had a severe sinus infection. My epiglottis was swollen from the constant drip from my sinuses. I was given steroids and placed in intensive care. I only had a sore throat! Needless to say, I learned something that day.