Near-death experiences provide a heavy emotional weight…even 16 years later and, generally, the rest of a person’s life.
Still remember everything, as much as I can, from that night in Irvine. My most important anniversary thus far in life. Here goes:
It started with a pecan-filled brownie that wasn’t properly listed with its ingredients. After eating it at Mesa Commons, a half hour later I started experiencing all sorts of issues: swollen throat, diarrhea, vomiting, blood-red eyes, swollen forehead (that was red too through my brown skin), a distinct lack of oxygen, inability to walk without support, and an inability to breath or talk. I needed to type out, letter barely after letter, to take me to the hospital by my dorm-mates. I lost consciousness before I got out of the door. My dormmates told me that I fell apart in their arms at the steps leading to the parking lot and fell down a flight unconscious. They called the paramedics and I got a number of Epipen shots to kick my body into gear…ended up 30 minutes to an hour later at the ICU at Irvine Hospital. The docs took awhile on me and tried out some experimental drug to open up my lungs and throat…a last ditch effort before calling me dead, actually.
Thankfully, my lungs and throat opened up. 3/4’s of a day later, I woke up from a coma that the doctors weren’t sure if I’d ever wake up from with a family crying (they drove all the way down overnight not knowing if I was going to be alive or dead by the time they reached there). I was intubated and lying there motionless not able to move a muscle as my body was wrecked and lifeless.
It took another day to move me out of ICU and into a proper bed without intubation or…anything else needed to support me. I couldn’t walk for a day, but I told my parents, well, I had homework I needed to get done by Monday for my Physics class (one of the first things I said after getting out of the coma). I stayed 3 days in the hospital and my parents, incredibly begrudgingly decided to keep me in Irvine (400 miles away and only 4 months being alone for the first time in my life). I went to my physics class in a crutch unable to walk properly, but I was there at 7:30am in the morning with my homework.
From there, I ended up on academic contract a quarter later. I survived that as well taking the toughest grading professors in the Computer Engineering program for 3 straight quarters. Ended up graduating with a pretty decent GPA after it and a lot of discipline built up over the years and through that.