tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438064050104926157.post6018816367738238820..comments2023-03-30T11:00:35.192-04:00Comments on Alex Solla Pottery - formerly Cold Springs Studio Pottery: Thoughts on Dying --- Coma Dream #2Alex Sollahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12222528761667893874noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438064050104926157.post-49783635821561567792010-04-28T22:17:53.637-04:002010-04-28T22:17:53.637-04:00Tonight I wish "Anonymous" wasn't so...Tonight I wish "Anonymous" wasn't so anonymous. Every person I have talked to about my experience, who have shared their similar albeit unique experience, helps me to work through my recovery. If I were to take all the difficulties I had with all of my previous surgeries for my back, my sinuses, wisdom teeth... it wouldn't amount to a hangnail's worth of pain compared to what my body has gone through this year. The difference though, is that now I am a different person.Alex Sollahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12222528761667893874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438064050104926157.post-65729665143484397742010-04-28T18:39:25.536-04:002010-04-28T18:39:25.536-04:00I came across your entry this afternoon, after I c...I came across your entry this afternoon, after I couldn't do any more research into my next surgery, which is nothing as close to your trauma, but it will be my 12th process, related to one I had 17 years ago. A car hitting me caused eight other surgeries. My third day outside after surgery four, away from the hospital for three weeks, before the fifth, I sat in a park, near my childhood home with an old friend, a beautiful day. I loved that day, and Percocets. I told my friend I'd give the pain six months to lessen. If it did not, time to go. I knew she'd understand, and I needed to say it out loud. (I also remember lying in a hospital bed, the doctor squeezing the bare muscle and nerves, screaming, "Pain is finite!" That helped too.) It's been twelve years, and it did decrease, the pain is bearable, almost negligible, and I can face this next event in life too. Man, it does get tiring, though. Thank goodness, beauty still stuns my eyes, sometimes I tear up, but my interest is alive too. Your words also give me some comfort. I send good thoughts to you, and hope you get to a soothing place.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438064050104926157.post-89775336920526504652010-04-26T17:30:44.720-04:002010-04-26T17:30:44.720-04:00hi alex, i missed this when you posted as i've...hi alex, i missed this when you posted as i've been off the grid a little. it's very interesting and very well-written for one although i wish it were in iambic pentameter. i think that you've captured how certain events that may seem relatively benign to the onlooker can be unbearable to the nth degree and almost torturous. i remember visiting my grandmother in the nursing home weeks before she died and she was getting pain medication every 4 hours (i think pain treatment has progressed since then) and her meds wore off in about 2 hours. by the 3rd hour she was in so much pain that she would rock back and forth counting to... 4. this struck me then and i think of it often. i used to think that the only way i would be able to be ready to check out would be if the pain were so much that i death was a welcome relief and now i'd add things that you've described... not pain in the normal sense but a combination of unpleasant sensations. i'm not suggesting that what i experienced recently was even in the ballpark of your coma but i got sick last week with a horrible virus (i think) and i was writhing around in bed, nauseous, with a headache and a dizzy feeling and i my stomach and kidneys hurt and my feet of course and all i could think of was... how long could i tolerate this before i was ready to let the grim reaper take me? oddly the answer was... not very long. i can only imagine that your feelings were like this somehow only on steroids. very interesting post alex. hope you're doing well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438064050104926157.post-21420604724153884172010-04-13T08:11:36.813-04:002010-04-13T08:11:36.813-04:00feeling helpless is a debilitating mental process/...feeling helpless is a debilitating mental process/predictament and I am not sure which is worse - being awake or sleep.Linda Starrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04364078667554676592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6438064050104926157.post-77508989199484210172010-04-12T05:31:18.545-04:002010-04-12T05:31:18.545-04:00Wow- what a dream.
And Alex- I have smelled things...Wow- what a dream.<br />And Alex- I have smelled things in my dreams forever.<br />I have very vivid dreams.<br />You just can't make this stuff up.<br />From the depths of your brain.<br />I can not even imagine what you went through.<br />I hope by writing these out it will bring you some healing.<br />It must be like a trip to hell and back.<br />Best to you while you are still sorting through it all.cookingwithgashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11456258592273328486noreply@blogger.com