I’m writing this blog because I feel like I need to chronicle my experiences and clear my head. I occasionally can’t sleep (like tonight) as it all plays in my head too loudly so I find writing it down has helped. So, these are the stories of the 8 times I died. 1 :: Train … Read more
Epilogue Seven minutes of my life are missing. All is black. All is silent. There is no consciousness, no awareness, no realisation of unconsciousness. It is silent, amorphous, a world without verbs or adjectives. None are possible. They don’t exist. Neither do I. “Hello ! Can you hear me David ?” I do not … Read more
A series of fortunate things happened that morning at 5.00am so that I was able to be revived and begin my recovery. Firstly, instead of ‘slipping away’ I had a sudden uncontrollable fit that woke up my wife Marie. She then had the whereabouts to call upon my friend Helen who was sleeping downstairs in … Read more