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Quasi Cielo (Almost Heaven)Forward: Thank You Lady C for the title and inspiration for this story, and for one of the best cups of coffee I have ever tasted. This is all fantasy as much as I wished it could be real, it is something that can never be, only in my mind. Whether it was drug induced while I was in the ICU or something else, it still can never be. I had just gone through my annual CAT scan and MRI of my neck for a cancer problem from several years ago (All signs were gone and it had been 5 years clear) when the Doctor’s office called. “You have Carotid Artery Strenuous and you need to get it checked as soon as possible”. A few more tests later, a visit to the vascular surgeon and I was a “walking heart attack”. The left carotid artery was 80% plugged and needed to be cleaned out. We discussed the procedures and I chose to have the artery surgically repaired versus the “Rotor Rooter” method. We set a date for the procedure and I scrambled to get all my affairs in order just in case; something my wife had wanted to do so it seemed like a good time as any. Two weeks later on a Friday morning I was at the hospital checking in for surgery. After I filled out all the paper work my name was called. I followed the attendant to the staging area. A couple of more questions and I was given one of those fabulous hospital gowns. I changed into the gown, hopped up on the bed and covered up with the blanket on the gurney. The nurse came in with a heated blanket. It felt very nice to be toasty warm and she started to get me ready for surgery. She grabbed the prep pack and istanbul travesti proceeded to toss on to my stomach, too bad her aim was just a tad off and it landed smack! on my Package. When it landed I jumped a bit. I gave her a sideways glance. Watch it lady! She reached over, grabbed it and dumped the contents on the tray. After cleaning a spot on my arm and hand, she jabbed an IV and shunt in me for the meds to follow. She left the room and my wife came in. We sat and talked for a bit and the Nurse came back in to check on me. We were getting close to the scheduled surgery time. She asked me one more time what the Doc was doing and I told her, again. She cleaned the left side of my throat. My wife mentioned that they made need to remove a bit of artery from my leg for patching. “Oh” she said; “Did they map out the leg all ready?” “No”, I answered. “I will have to shave both legs then,” she replied . With that she pulled out a battery shaver . The next thing I know she had the blanket up over my left leg, pushed the gown back and started shaving my leg. From the bottom to the top she went. As she got closer to my thigh she started pushing back the gown with the back of her hand like she was trying to swat at something. “Roll your leg over please over a bit,” she said. My wife was sitting by the end of my bed and had a good look up the covers as the nurse continued to shave me. One leg done; she moved to the other side and started the same thing over again. I must say that by the time she was done, I kind of liked the nudging of my istanbul travestileri package and the vibration of the shaver; I decided she could shave me any time. The Doc came in, checked one more time and as the nurse pushed the last bit of “Happy Meds” it was the last thing I remembered. Evidently things went well, and I slowly started coming to in the ICU. Beep, beep, beep the machines went while I cleaned the cob webs out of my mind. I felt like the top of my head was trying to explode. A guy came in my room, checked me out, took my vitals and helped me put a pair of sweat pants on that I brought with me. He updated the chart and left the room. My wife asked me how I was and I said ok and to please pass the bottle over so I can empty out my bladder. I tried to fill the jug lying down, but that was not going to happen. “Help me up” I asked my wife. She gave me that look like oh boy this is going to be a long night. While I was getting up I must have pulled out a lead to the monitor and the next thing I knew the attendant was back in the room. “Hold on there guy you can’t stand up by yourself” he said. I told him that I could not pee lying down and need to empty the bladder. “No problem. I can’t do that either” he said, “if you need to get let me know and will help you”. He went on with “Hey I’m the nice one here, I will help the best I can, the next shift’s much worse”, and boy was he ever right about that! I got back in bed, looked over to my wife and told her to go home. She looked tired. “Do you want me to come back?” “Only travesti istanbul if you want to…I will be in and out of it so do what you want”. My wife had been through this before. I did not expect her to come back to the hospital; I had no problem with that. I am not the best patient. The shifts got ready to change in the ICU and all visitors had to leave. We said our goodbyes and she left. I started to drift back to sleep with my head pounding, monitors beeping, and my blood pressure still above 215. Sometime later the beeping got louder in my head. The next thing I know there is a soft white light glowing and in came the second shift nurse. She adjusted the monitor and started checking me out asking, How do you feel? She put the oxygen leads in my nose. “Do you need anything for pain?” “If you want.” I replied. “No, that’s your choice” she said. “Sure,” how about something to make me relax and sleep?” “That, we can do.” She pushed two syringes into the shunt and the beeping started to get softer and softer. The lights got dimmer. I faded to the dark side….. The pounding in my head forced me back to reality, not fully awake yet but in my mind I knew there was something wrong. Something was off – something was different. It was quiet. Too quiet. There was no beeping or monitors. I could not feel any IV’s or the lame hospital bed. I slowly opened my eyes letting them focus a bit. I remember this place. This is the resort hotel where we stayed when we went to visit my Niece. I closed my eyes again remembering last Christmas. Lady C’s life had turned to shit because of me; I emailed her that I wanted to be more than “Her Uncle”. Each time I saw her, she left with more and more of my heart. She didn’t know–she never knew –that I wanted it to be more. I wanted to hold her, feel her warmth and even to be a part of her life. She did not know until I clicked send.
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