When I was 18 I went to the hospital for a routine tonsil removal. Also had to have my adenoids removed. I remeber coughing so bad when they gave me the gas mask. They had to remove it from my face and I just had tears rolling out my eyes thinking Im fukking dying...My step mom came with me and was told it would be a 45 min wait time. 4 hours later she was told I had went into cardiac arrest and doctors had to get my heart restarted. I was close to flatlinning for almost 4 minutes. When I woke up I had tubes rammed up my nose, face swollen, oxygen mask, collapsed lungs with pneumonia. Had to spend a week in the pediatric ward. Biggest kid in there... The kid in the next room had cancer, and I'd wake up to his little brother in my room, getting comfy on my bed, watching TV. Kid would shush me when Batman TAS came on.
fukked my step mom up bad though. She thought I legit died. Imagine coming out of anesthesia and the first thing you see is your step mom in full on tears, sniffling and shyt. You can't move, can't talk, have no idea what the fukk is going on, and you feel like you just got hit by a truck. She gave me a piece of paper and I wrote WTF? Call my girl, and my nan.
Craziest thing, after about 24 hours I wondered why I hadn't felt the urge to piss once. I could barely move, them I noticed this long ass yellow tube coming out my junk. A few days later a nurse casually walked into my room, reached under my blanket, grabbed my shyt and pulled that catheter out with zero warning. I felt mad violated, but understood. The next day I took an Austin Powers piss while my dad and best friend laughed their asses off at me.
The thing that really messed me up though, my boys told a bunch of people at our school I died. So when I finally made it back (I was out 2 weeks before Spring break, plus Spring break) people genuinely thought I was dead. Teachers and shyt legit thought I died.
My first night home I was still sore AF. I woke up feeling like I was on fire, but couldn't get up or really move. I couldn't even yell out to my dad that I needed help. So I just rolled out of my bed and made as much noise as I could on my bedroom floor. My pops came in and found me before he had to rush me back to the hospital. My body went into shock or was about to. They gave me some needles, pills and sent me home at 6 am.
A single day surgery turned into a month of hell...
from eating potatoes. Well, he pigged out on vacation. Told him his potassium was so high that (I think he was at 9) that they don't know how he survived. 
