Last time I died I was completely unaware of the passage of time. When I woke, it was as if it was the exact moment I died.
Well, it wasn’t really death. It was “near death”. That’s what they do to you when they knock you out for surgery. that’s why the anesthesiologist gets the big bucks. He brings you to the edge but keeps you from falling off.
Usually.
“Usually.”
Hopefully. ;)
Most of the time.
You don’t pay an anesthesiologist to put you to sleep, you pay him to wake you up again.
When Rodney Dangerfield went under the knife for heart surgery he said these things were common these days and either he’d be back afterwards or he wouldn’t be. He never returned.
I dropped dead on the basketball court Thanksgiving weekend of 2018. No pulse or respiration, unresponsive. The guys started CPR, the first aid squad was there inside of five minutes and I was revived. My only memory is that everything went white (not bright like a light, but like a pure white sheet) and I awoke several days later from a medically induced coma. God has been better to me than I deserve.
It’s why they bring the chaplain in for a nice chat before they wheel you in to the operating room.