If you’re reading this blog, you know I’m a huge Grey’s Anatomy fan. Basically obsessed. And
if you don’t live under a rock, and even if you haven’t ever watched
it, you probably know it’s one of the top ten most watched shows out
there. So there’s a good chance you might be a little obsessed too. It can be a controversial show, and turns out lots of people like to talk about it. You may also know that the last few episodes revolved around the main character, Meredith, drowning. (You have to know this, because even my Dad knew this, and he does live under a rock). If you didn’t know this, you’re probably not going to watch it, so I’ll go ahead and tell you how the episode ends. She lives. Now,
I knew she wasn’t going to die…and so did the rest of the people who
read ahead and realized the last episode was titled “some kind of
miracle.” I like to talk about the show, and apparently so do a lot of people. But what really kills me is the people who flipped out at the last episode when she lived. The ones who said it was so unrealistic because she just woke up after being dead so long. Or it was unbelievable that she opened her eyes and was perfectly fine. That it was fake because that doesn’t happen in real life. Well, I can tell you that it does happen like that. Sometimes you really do just wake up like that and you are fine. I know, because it happened to me.
A Sunday in December when I was a year and a half old, my mom was giving my brother and I a bubble bath. We’d been in there for a while we splashed a book that my mom had borrowed from our Aunt. She took the book to dry it off and told my brother, then almost four years old, to keep an eye on me. When she left the shower room, the phone rang. A few minutes later, Andrew came to get my mom to tell her that I wasn’t playing anymore. She came back into the shower room to find me blue, face down, floating in the water. Andrew was taking swimming lessons at the YMCA at the time, and decided to play teacher with me and show me how to swim. Somehow,
my mom didn’t panic, and picked my heavy water-filled body out of the
water and began administering CPR while calling 911. After directing them to our house, my Mom left my brother with the policeman, and went with me to the hospital. While
she continued to administer CPR on me and held the adult oxygen mask to
my toddler face, she glanced up to see the ambulance was going the
wrong way. She gave the driver the right directions and we turned back around to get on the right road. Finally
making to the hospital, my Dad was already in the parking lot, about to
knock out the EMT’s in his rage that he arrived before we did. My mom carried me into the ER and handed me to the first doctor. She took me and flooded me with oxygen so I was no longer blue, but now pink from so much air. After that I was hooked up to many machines that eventually restarted my heart. They
stabilized me, but I fell into a coma that lasted several days. When my
parents finally were allowed in to see me, I was strapped down to
boards because I had been seizing. I can’t imagine the strength my mother had, to remain in a state of calm all during a mother’s worst nightmare. She
still tears up every time she explains how hard it was to be living at
Children’s Hospital at Christmastime with her baby girl in ICU. All the while, the fear of brain damage was overwhelming. Doctors could not determine whether or not there was brain damage until I woke up, if and when that would happen. That much water in the brain, and the lack of oxygen usually resulted in little to no brain activity. Days later, I came out of the coma, finally opened my eyes. I looked at my Dad, and put my arms out, and they knew I’d be okay. I had to relearn how to walk, and talk. The water in my system threw my balance off for over a year and I would take a step or two and fall. I took anti-seizure medicine for two years to stop seizing. (And some think it was seizures that caused that whole illness three years ago). That day, I was singing and dancing to the beat of a song my mom was playing on the radio. Home video of it shows I was quite a dancer. :)
We all know my utter lack of rhythm…I’m a perpetual klutz. The doctors said it was a miracle that I made it, and a much farther stretch that I would have no brain damage. Because of my young age, it would be basically impossible to prove I had no brain damage whatsoever.
So
before you deem a show unrealistic, consider that while it may be
unbelievable that something could result in nothing less than a
miracle, it really can happen.
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