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Show 394 But I am awake now and I cannot move at all and I also cannot speak and I know that I am in massive overdose. My nurse, sitting on the couch, slumping onto the couch pillows beside her, is asleep. It appears to be a slow overdose, though I am uncertain when it actually began. I do not yet seem to have any difficulty breathing. In times past, when I lost speech, my breathing was compromised very shortly thereafter but, so far, I do not sense any difficulty there. I am staring at my nurse. I am calling to her with my mind. Perhaps that will disturb her dreams, I am thinking. She is rousing and as she opens her eyes, she sees me staring at her and does not appear to understand immediately that I am in overdose and cannot converse. "Sorry," she is saying. "I guess I dozed off." She is watching me as I begin the pre-arranged blinking signals and suddenly she bolts upright in understanding. "Oh, my goodness, I'm sorry," she is saying, and I am flooded with relief. She is opening the computer, booting it up. Going to the telephone, she dials Dr. Emerson's number. He will give |