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Hospital Recovery Room
One moment I was happily working in my shop and chatting away to customers then unexpectedly disaster !
I was suddenly taken ill and the next thing that I remember was being rushed into the emergency room of the hospital,where,luckily ,everything was sorted out .
It wasn't a speedy process , I was a long time in surgery, with quite a few complications, but eventually ,after a small operation, I was transferred into the recovery room.
Count to three
Meanwhile after the operation I was wheeled on my bed into a very large elevator.
I remember that I didn't feel tired.I heard a male nurse asking me 'can you count to three please?'
Then I heard giggling! I thought my feet were icy cold and when I said to the male nurse 'my feet are very cold' I heard yet more giggling.
I awoke in a large room with many bright lights on. The room was full of women who were all sleeping ,or so it appeared. They seemed to be perfectly relaxed in their very deep sleep.Almost as though they were unconscious.
I was wearing my new baby doll nightdress,it was a beautiful silky item in pale blue and white.
I climbed out of the bed, and the silence now changed ,as a vibrating sound occurred.
I realised it was the small wheels on the bottom of my bed which had turned as I had moved.
I don't know why I got out of the bed,maybe it was just curiosity!
I was now standing beside the bed, I walked around the room looking at all the sleeping women, maybe wondering if i knew anyone!
My eyes came to rest on my own bed.
Somebody had the very same baby doll nightdress on ! The same as mine !
She moved !
I stared !
It was me !
I was lifted,taken in a floating movement .
A strange sensation of having no power,only able to observe.
I was looking at myself ! I was in sweet composure. Still asleep,although restlessly moving.
Still wearing the baby doll nightdress.
I felt a surge as I was aware of a floating feeling back to my bed.
I had a last look at the women who were still in very deep sleeps.
The giggling nurses came in and wheeled me out of the large recovery room.
Where had I been ? I wondered where I had been !
I still often think of that day,the same question still disturbs me !
'Where had I been?'