They worked on me for awhile. Not sure just how long, but it was long enough that while they were working on me, a doc went out and told my parents to prepare for the lossibi,ity I might not make it. Th3y had to get buckets of ice and cold water, and secure me so that I wouldn’t swallow my tongue and such. I came too and was confused about how they all got in the room and wondered what all The fuss was lol. The poor staff got a sermon they likely didn’t want to hear too. One doc even confronted my parents and asked “what are you teaching that boy?”
Sometimes it’s a good thing to be a feisty spirit who demands to be heard.