While I lay unconscious in the ICU, my husband talked to me like I could hear him. Most of what he said was ordinary and comforting. Then his phone rang, his voice changed, and I heard something I couldn’t forget once I woke up.
I was unconscious for three days, but I wasn’t completely gone.
That’s the part nobody really understood when I finally woke up.
I have type 1 diabetes. I’ve had it since I was 12, and for most of my adult life, I’ve managed it pretty well.
Then, earlier this year, I got sick.
At first I thought it was a stomach bug.
I couldn’t keep food down, my blood sugar kept climbing, and I was exhausted in a way that didn’t feel normal.
My husband, Daniel, wanted to take me to urgent care that evening, but I told him I’d be fine after some sleep.
I don’t remember much after that.
Apparently, sometime during the night, I became confused and started breathing strangely.
Daniel called 911.
By the time I got to the hospital, I was in severe diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA).
The next thing I clearly remember is waking up in the ICU three days later.
But there was something in between.
Voices.
At first, I thought I had dreamed all of it.
I remember nurses talking over me.
One woman said my potassium was improving. Someone else asked whether my husband had gone home yet.
I heard the blood pressure cuff inflate over and over.
I heard Daniel talking to my mother on speakerphone.
“She’s stable,” he told her. “They said we just have to wait.”
I wanted to open my eyes.
I couldn’t.
I wanted to tell them I could hear them.
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