This week I became the proud owner of a new iPhone 4S. So, right now I’m working my way up the learning curve with the latest technology. The phone change prompted family members to remind me about the little story I’m going to share.
Since I was in a coma for most of my fast & furious journey to the new life of a heart transplant recipient, many of my stories are “anecdotal” from family members that were living a nightmare, while I floated through time and space in a comatose state.
Back in the dark ages, about 6+ years ago, of “Smart Phone” technology, I was the proud owner of a Palm Treo cell phone / Palm Pilot. While it wasn’t particularly as high-tech as compared to today’s “Smart Phones”, it was not an easy thing for a casual flip phone user to pick up and master with no instruction.
So, here I was in the ER a short time after a heart attack knocked me out of my desk chair, and caused me to smack (and lacerate) my head on the way to the carpeted floor in my den. Once in the ER, I notice the Palm Treo is still on my belt, so I powered it down completely and I gave it to family members to take it home and bring it to me “when the time is right”, which I thought would be a day or two at most. (The Dr’s were already talking “Triple By-pass”).
Now we fast forward a couple of weeks …… I’ve left my original hospital in my home town, and had been Life Flighted to a different facility further from home. I had “coded” countless times and been lit up with enough juice to power the Upper East Side of New York City. Family members were at the hospital on an almost constant vigil, unless the ICU nurses or doctors kicked them out for a while.
One evening while I laid in the ICU in a coma, only a day or two before my miracle, life saving transplant, the close family members decided that for their own sanity they needed to go out for dinner for a change and get away from the hospital cafeteria food. So, off they all go to the “Little Italy” area of the city for some Italian food. Before they left, they gave the ICU nurses all the cell numbers in the group …. about 6 or 7 different cell phones.
While at dinner, they were almost done eating when my father-in-law’s cell phone rang. He’s NOT adept with a cell phone, so he answers, no one is there and he hangs up. He never looked at the display to see who was calling. A minute of so later, my son’s cell phone rings and he freaks out ….. he is freaked because on his display, “I” AM THE ONE CALLING HIM. (Not really, I’m in a coma) A few minutes later, my wife’s cell phone rings and one her display …… “I” AM CALLING HER (Again, not really, I’m closer to the angels, than Little Italy). My son checks the father-in-law’s phone, and sure enough the call where no one was there was from “me”. I’ve been told my Mom shut off her cell phone right away. My son called the ICU to see if everything was “stable” (at that point) and it was. Admittedly, they were all a bit spooked by “my” calls.
Fast forward through a couple of weeks of heart transplant surgery, then ECMO, an intense week in the ICU and a few days on the nursing floor …… I finally asked if someone would bring my cell phone to me and they did.
It was still SHUT OFF and in my den where they had left it the day of my heart attack.
So, what happened? I’m not sure, but I suggested to family members that maybe I was reaching out to them ….. or, JOKINGLY, maybe I was getting ready to haunt them?
Ahhhh, the power of technology ….. and MIRACLES!!