I hope you feel free to express an opinion about what you think this was about...

The surgery was over. The anesthesia was wearing off! I was in the recovery room. My nurse was "the little dutch girl," beautiful, confident, yet sweet and delicate.

As I emerged, from that anesthetic place you go to when you are put under, it seemed that I was traversing vertically through thin layer after thin layer of kinds of various states--kinds of emotions, kinds of senses, kinds of consciousness, kinds of vision... unsure of those things being mine or universally of ours. All of the states were so thin, that when layered together they were still a small slice of whatever one may call them.

Although the kinds of states didn't amount to much in depth, the impact of each had the potential of providing an extremely alarming amount of attention, should anything be wrong, (and there was indeed something wrong!) Otherwise, the slice was so transient to traverse that I was able to experience, at once, all three slices. That was because I was spanning the middle thin slice while in each of the other two.

There was the one of "black" which was either really a black place, or one of content that blacked over as I emerged from it. That one was below the thin slice. Then above the thin slice was the slice I would remain and continue to live normal life in. As I entered completely into it the others were no longer available.

I have to assume, since my view of myself and others is that we are mostly alike, that this coming out from under nitrous oxide, is the same for us all, although probably not so noticed as in my case. For one reason of having had OBEs and an NDE, and thereby more prepared for the unusual than other people, should such come along.

For another reason, I doubt there is the kind of experience awaiting them, as the one I was now experiencing, and therefore no reason to note that thin, Cartesian slice of whatever it is. The final reason being that in my case there was indeed something wrong which was a very good reason to have imprinted on you that thin expansive slice.

I tried pulling the various parts of me needed, to say something coherent, and asked my nurse, "ahhh r eeuww iihht?" She patted my hand as if to say, "That's okay you will find your tongue sometime soon." And seemed pleased that I was emerging from being under.

I was in a frantic panic trying to respond to what was wrong, a.s.a.p. As I passed through that thin slice I absorbed a measure of various emotions. There was what seemed to be the ambient and tolerable levels of being sad, in pain, and even some desperation. However, there was one person so desperate as to totally worry me. Was it me? Was it my nurse? Was it someone near us? Was it someone with a health issue? A relationship gone bad? A unrecoverable, personal loss?

I asked the nurse, "Are you alright?" And it came out right this time!

"Yes..."

My questions were rapid fire now. "Am I alright?"

"I think so. Are you?"

I noticed by this time she had moved a little more down the side, foot end, of the gurney. She was completely blocking my vision from the recovery nurse's station to my right, in a more conversational position alongside me.

I asked her, "Is everything right at home?" She had a bewildered look after that question.

"Your home... Is everything alright? Is your husband beating you?"

"No? Yes, everything is okay. I am all okay Everywhere okay!."

"And I'm okay?"

"Yes!"

"Well... Look... Okay... Let me explain." I had her undivided attention. "As I came back I went through a huge outcry of desperation that engulfed me. Somebody is really in trouble and I don't know what I can do about it."

As she grabbed my hand she said, "Oh, you're a sensitive." (I didn't know then what that was.)

She moved both our hands up enough for me to be attracted to looking to the right at them. I was looking there rather than at her. Then she moved alongside the gurney toward the head of the bed, secretly, as if we were kids taking turn watching a peep peek show.

She had been doing her job well, completely protecting me from the commotion two nurse stations to the right of me. Now she understood that I really needed help understanding what was happening or I would go freaking nuts! I peeked.

You could not get more people around her gurney.She squeezed my hand. I looked to see if it was a Code Blue? No! It was all hospital personnel though. She was indeed frantic and being comforted by two people at the head of her gurney.

A couple of the people next to her, at about knee position broke off from the group to return from whence they came. I could see more of her gurney now.

The sheets over her dropped to the mattress level at where her knees should have been. That part of her was considerably rounder than her thighs, probably from the bandages. Obviously when I was coming to she was, too. Someone was probably notifying her of her being in an accident and/or of them having to take her legs.

The order of our lives can change so quickly!

Perhaps someone has had a similar experience. It would be nice to know of it. Perhaps some of you live partially in and thereby understand these layers and slices of life and the collective nature of our beings, spirits, souls and relationships, well enough to help us all understand how this happened.

I am so glad my nurse was so astute and able to adapt to the moment so well as to allow me to know what was necessary. How many time does that NOT happen. LOL

Source: A little too sensitive after surgery