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Show 382 I am opening my eyes, blinking back a blackness. Dr. Emerson is standing by my bed. Flo is on the opposite side ofthe bed. The plasmapharesis machine is not there, next to the bed, and my plasmapharesis tech is nowhere to be seen. My chest hurts. It is painful to breathe. "What.." I am starting to say, trying to sit up, but Dr. Emerson is pushing on my shoulder, firmly telling me to lay down and be quiet. My bed is flat and the pillows that were propped up around my shoulders are no longer there. My upper arm is bandaged over the graft. "You've had a cardiac arrest," he is saying. "Your graft clotted off," he is adding, as if that is the reason why I would have a cardiac arrest. I do not understand and I am fighting for logic and reason. "I want you to stay flat and quiet," he is saying and I am vaguely aware that something traumatic has happened. Flo, unflappable Flo, is looking relieved. I am blinking my eyes to clear them. He is giving her orders and my mind is still fuzzy. He is leaving the room now and Flo is coming back next to my bed. Her smile is less broad than usual. "Don't you ever scare me like that again," she is scolding, but still smiling. |
