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256 pages, Paperback
Published April 2, 2024
But I am no stranger to actual death and mortal concerns. By the time my father was my age, for example, he’d been dead for over four years. Tick tock. I survived a heart attack earlier this year, so have gotten up close and personal with mortality. Yet, while I do take death, my own and that of others, seriously I still retain a dark sense of humor about it all. My favorite Broadway musical of all time, for example, and tastiest, remains Sweeney Todd.Did you know that a decaying body is not necessarily good plant food? Because of bodily products let loose and/or created in the area around the late plantee, the surrounding soil can look like fertilizer burn?
I am not particularly afraid of death, nor am I particularly eager to pass on, considering the disruption such an event could create for those left behind. (Please do not nail me to a perch) I do not believe there is a heaven or a hell. (That bucket is nicely tucked away in a corner, out of kicking range. ) But I do cleave slightly to the possibility of some conscious continuation beyond. (Just please, please don’t let it be eternity re-REMming my miserable dreams.) My cardiac crisis resulted in no out of body experiences, no tunnel vision, no life history flashing before my eyes. No Clarence looking to gain some angelic wings with an offer of assistance. No foxhole conversions. Nope, it was more like having a chicken bone stuck near the bottom of my throat, along with a remarkable fatigue.Did you know that there have been 63 cases of Lazarus syndrome since the term was coined in 1982? That’s where a person’s blood spontaneously begins to recirculate after cardiac arrest— or, simply put, medically, dead come back to life? Better guard your brains. There are a ton of these things in this book, well 800 or so.
Back to my actual close encounter - Dash off to the ER, get a quick diagnosis, get stabilized, then get shipped off to the big hospital in my general neighborhood. Thankfully, there was no need for me to be subjected to a four-thousand-volt voom. He’s not stunned, he’s restin’. Well, for a while, at least. A week later I gained someThere are diverse ways in which death is handled around the world. Some are lightly touched on--open-air removal in India is a particularly unusual rite--but the focus is primarily on American, and to a lesser extent, UK practices.newsecond-hand stents and a porcine (original) aortal valve. My relative lack of movement could indeed be due to bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
I was unable to focus well for a few months. (joined the bleedin' choir invisible!) Well, a bit faded, anyway. But not once during all this did I really feel like or fear that I was on the verge of death. (Denial?) That said, the nearest I felt to facing my earthly end was the unspeakable food served at the hospital. Delivered to my room like clockwork, it was clearly prepared in the basement by captive trolls, who added sundry bodily products as condiments. It reached the point where I would gag when the trays appeared, simply refusing to eat any of them, and begging the nurses for whatever might be tucked away in the local fridge, regardless of mold content. 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! No, not passed on, but passin’ on the awful grub and pinin’ for something edible.Did you know that cosmic tunnels could actually just be tunnel vision from reduced blood flow to the eyes or that “rigor” is only one form of “mortis,“ and it is not even the final one?
I did my best to irritate the staff, well, not intentionally. Almost all of them were lovely. Nurse, what's this for? What about that? What does this pill do, that one? When can you take out these tubes? Was that incision made with a fork? I would not say it was a pleasant experience for me, given the hospital's manic, relentless need to wake patients up for tests real and imaginary, or for the staff, given my ongoing demands for information, but we all managed to get out of it alive, somehow. (I presume, not having checked the obits.)Did you know that there are individuals [who] believe they are already dead, do not exist, or have lost their vital organs? But since they’re still walking around in the world, and cognitive dissonance is a powerful thing, they also believe themselves to be immortal.
'E's shuffled off 'is mortal coil - well, shuffled, sure, but I expect to keep shuffling on this mortal coil for a good long time to come. I choose to focus on The Bright Side of Life, which includes quite enjoying lots of odd bits about death and dying. And I will keep on with that. When it is finally my time to go, I would much prefer to die laughing.