Anyone else lose their mind while in the ICU. I had a few good episodes where I lost track of reality while in ICU. And I'm not kidding.
- During my 11 days on the ventilator, I remember being convinced that my wife had absonded with me the night before my surgery and took me to the UK. There I was held captive on the breathing tube unable to move. I remember thinking the police would rescue me.
- I was convinced that one of the patients I could see accross the room had died and the doctors were comforting his wife. They took a blood draw within minutes of me observing this and I just knew that they were going to use my blood in some kind of plot to cover up this guys death. I thought they had given me a shot that would kill me and begged for the antidote. I was very agitated and kept yelling "call 911". The doctor came in and I ask him to call the police and he said that was not possible. They actually called a "stroke code" on me because they really thought I might of had a stroke. Turns out I didn't, but I knew that was part of thier plot.
- I was sure that one of the doctors in particular was unhappy with my progress and that they wanted my bed. I just know that one of the pills they had given me was a "death pill". I just knew that breath I took could be my last, and I just wanted to last long enough to see my wife and say good bye. When I didn't die, the next day I told my wife that "this may be our last chance to escape". My wife told me the Bill B was going to visit and she didn't want us to miss his visit. When Bill arrived, I told him that it was his job to convince my wife. Dr. Miller came in later that day and I told him "if you get me out of here, I'll buy you a new pair of boots". He just chuckled and fortunately didn't mention it. He wears expensive custom made boots.
- I thought that all the spouses were showing up a 6 a.m. and ask the nurse to help me out of bed so I could meet my wife. She told me it was 3 a.m. and I should go back to sleep. I knew she wasn't telling me the truth and manipulated the clock.
- I told my wife that I was coming leaving the ICU and she should pick me up at 8:00 a.m. the next day so I could go to work. In reality I couldn't get out of bed or walk.
- The day of my cardio conversion I though it would be great idea if my wife met me at the cafeteria right after the conversion and we would go home. I thought I could just come back to next day for follow up and then come back a week later. I knew Dr. Miller would think it was good idea. My wife and the nurse talked me out of that idea. I still couldn't walk or get out of bed and continued to stay in the ICU for 3 more days before going to a step down unit for 9 days.
While amusing, I really felt like these things were happening. Once in the step down unit, I didn't have any more episodes. I'm sure they thought I was nuts.
- During my 11 days on the ventilator, I remember being convinced that my wife had absonded with me the night before my surgery and took me to the UK. There I was held captive on the breathing tube unable to move. I remember thinking the police would rescue me.
- I was convinced that one of the patients I could see accross the room had died and the doctors were comforting his wife. They took a blood draw within minutes of me observing this and I just knew that they were going to use my blood in some kind of plot to cover up this guys death. I thought they had given me a shot that would kill me and begged for the antidote. I was very agitated and kept yelling "call 911". The doctor came in and I ask him to call the police and he said that was not possible. They actually called a "stroke code" on me because they really thought I might of had a stroke. Turns out I didn't, but I knew that was part of thier plot.
- I was sure that one of the doctors in particular was unhappy with my progress and that they wanted my bed. I just know that one of the pills they had given me was a "death pill". I just knew that breath I took could be my last, and I just wanted to last long enough to see my wife and say good bye. When I didn't die, the next day I told my wife that "this may be our last chance to escape". My wife told me the Bill B was going to visit and she didn't want us to miss his visit. When Bill arrived, I told him that it was his job to convince my wife. Dr. Miller came in later that day and I told him "if you get me out of here, I'll buy you a new pair of boots". He just chuckled and fortunately didn't mention it. He wears expensive custom made boots.
- I thought that all the spouses were showing up a 6 a.m. and ask the nurse to help me out of bed so I could meet my wife. She told me it was 3 a.m. and I should go back to sleep. I knew she wasn't telling me the truth and manipulated the clock.
- I told my wife that I was coming leaving the ICU and she should pick me up at 8:00 a.m. the next day so I could go to work. In reality I couldn't get out of bed or walk.
- The day of my cardio conversion I though it would be great idea if my wife met me at the cafeteria right after the conversion and we would go home. I thought I could just come back to next day for follow up and then come back a week later. I knew Dr. Miller would think it was good idea. My wife and the nurse talked me out of that idea. I still couldn't walk or get out of bed and continued to stay in the ICU for 3 more days before going to a step down unit for 9 days.
While amusing, I really felt like these things were happening. Once in the step down unit, I didn't have any more episodes. I'm sure they thought I was nuts.