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Show 71 "Welcome back!" It is a nurse who has just come into my cell. She does not have the same voice as the questioner. "Back?" My voice is raspy. My throat is dry. And sore. "You've been asleep for a few days," she is explaining. A white coated young man is entering my cell and stands beside the nurse, who then leaves. Resident? Intern? Certainly not an "attending." I am beginning to understand coat length and teaching-hospital status. "My name is Dr. Nelson," he says, taking my hand, clammy with pain, to shake it. I like him right away. He is smiling. "I am your anesthesiologist." \ "It seems that stiff-man syndrome does not always cooperate with normal anesthesia protocol." He is holding up a sheaf of papers and, glancing at a few titles, I understand that they are studies about stiff-man syndrome. "You don't seem to wake up. Do you remember that this has happened to you before?" I remember. I remember the story being told to me about what had happened to my body, though no one understood then as Dr. Nelson seems to now that my not waking up was caused by the |
