What I can remember distinctly from the trip was a few things:
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During the peak of it it felt like I was viewing my neuron activation in slow motion trying to connect patterns and shit together. I was just staring at the hallway nearly paralyzed and I would have things flicker into brief focus, feel a bunch of neurons try to "validate" what I was seeing, and try to make new connections based on if it was a "pattern" or not.
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I need to breath! After the nurse came in the first time I decided I needed to put a lot of conscious thought into breathing, and as it turns out, it took a lot of focus to do that!
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I love my wife. That was a thought that made me happy several times.
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I love butts. One of the nurses (Who I knew from high school) would occasionally walk by my door and she had a nice butt. That was a thought that made me happy several times.
Aside from that there was just a lot of in-and-out of conscious thought. Since I could very barely speak, I spent a lot of time focusing on the staff's reaction to see how things were going. When my EKG started occasionally going haywire I would watch the nurses to see how bad it was--Thankfully I rarely got a glance over at me despite all the beeping and honking. Aside from that I could sometimes string together coherent thoughts for a few seconds, which helped me rationalize what was going on and avoid panicking.
Oddly enough, my wife was never allowed in the room with me, and I found out why yesterday evening--A nurse in my E.R. was
stabbed
last week and they were revising their security measures. Jesus fucking Christ I hate people sometimes.