Sometime during my coma I had a very vivid adventure. I was at the home of some medical
students and they were on call. I was with them because they had instructions to keep an
eye on me. Due to their lack of knowledge they did keep their eyes on me. In fact, they
took me everywhere - the Emergency Room at night and once when they were on call.
During a very bad ice and snow storm they were to be on call at 10:00 PM. They were at
the house of Dr. Reichert and he was going to make pizzas. I was in the other part of the
house with his wife. She was drinking this dry vinegar wine and taking valium. The pills
were blue so I know they were ten mg.
This house was two miles off Hwy. 51 and a call came in that ninety-eight miles up the
road cars were going off a bridge due to ice. The medical students had to respond. We left
in two ambulances and arrived at the point where the cars were going off the bridge onto a
frozen lake and through the ice. The drivers of the cars could not do anything to stop
their slippery slide.
A short while later all of us were getting off some medical helicopters and walking
into a lodge that was at the end of the bridge on the lake. I was strapped to a gurney and
while they were putting IV's into me, out came this Dr. Reichert with every ingredient you
could make pizza with. The pizza as he was making were as big as a round table that seats
four. They looked very good and smelled great! The copters kept coming and going, bring
people that had fallen through the lake. Everybody lived. They all ate pizza except me. I
was strapped down and wanted a Pepsi. My brother's son got a Coca Cola and injected it
into my arm. I then drifted off to a new adventure...