Daniel's Death #2

I dreamt of my second experience with death.

I was sitting on the toilet, as all humans of my time did. It's really one of the most humiliating aspects of the human condition. Your body forces you to eat, then doesn't even do you the courtesy of using all the food you eat. You're forced to crap out the leftovers. Some more optimistic people would point out some circle of life nonsense, but for lovers of beauty like me, that's all it would ever be - disgusting.

I stared at my hand and wondered why I even bothered.

Next thing I know, I'm in my mom's bed and they're telling me they called 911. Later I find out that my brother heard my body fall. He busted the door down, and looked into my vacant eyes, which were normally brown. They were orange. He wiped my body down, cleaned up the toilet, and called the ambulance. The doorway to my bathroom is still broken from him busting it down.

I was brought to a prison of a hospital. The toilet there was right next to my bed. No privacy. I was told it was the intensive care unit. All I got were people scratching their heads wondering how I had a seizure. That's what I had. A seizure.

I later find out it was from an overdose of Epogen, an anti-anemia drug. Apparently, in the dialysis clinic I went to at the time, someone gave me Epogen and then forgot to write it down. The next nurse gave me an extra dose. I don't know how long it took for the overdose to sink in, but thank the Lord, I was out of that clinic in a matter of months.

My parents still worry I'll seize again. Frankly, I do, too.