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Show 119 "Suzanne!" one is shouting. He is pulling open my eye, shining his penlight into it. I cannot keep it open when his thumb releases the lid. Someone has placed a finger into the palm of my hand. "Can you squeeze my finger?" he is saying. "Squeeze my finger," he is shouting. I am trying to squeeze but I do not think there is any pressure from my fingers against his. I am totally limp. I am wanting to let them know I am here. "I can hear you," I am thinking, as loudly as I can. "Ideas?" It is Dr. Jessop speaking. There is a flurry of tightly constructed thoughts thrown around the room, medical terminology randomly slung into the air above my body. Someone is saying something about an antidote for Valium. I am so very tired. My body is exploding with anxious movement and I snap open my eyes. There are maybe nine people, interns, residents, nurses, Dr. Jessop, another attending, standing around my bed. 7 |