It was May of 1989, and Danny had just been working too hard for a coulple of years, when he was working for the Pentagon for sixty hours a week and hospice volunteer jobs for twenty hours a week, all by the visions to contend with. Other parts of the visions drove him into overtime as well. He had been building versions of the bed since 1979, but now he was still studying the components. Danny continued to work hard to complete the puzzle, and the only way he knew for sure was to stay true to the visions. Many friends of his told him again that he was crazy, but Danny knew clearly that it was just that easy to get rid of his visions in mind.
All of this combined to make him work harder than he should have. He began to falter, constantly exhausted, waking up tired and staying that way till bedtime. He rebounded briefly though, but as soon as he resumed his arduous schedule, he began to slide again, after especially driving hundreds of miles between home and Washington, D.C.
Finally he felt his lungs clogged and coughed all the time, and the severity of the situation hit him when he found myself riding to Charleston with his partner with his sweat pouring. Danny thought that he had pneumonia or the flu.
Later in the hospital, the male nurse told Danny that he had cardiac arrest along with, of course, pneumonia infection. Danny was taken to intensive care unit, getting IVed, and the condition was not very promising. Moody came then, giving Danny more than a few comfort, trying to lift his spirit. Danny wanted to die. It was apparent for a man who died once and saw the splendid majesty of Heavens and wanted to go back there again, instead of staying on this poor planet like summer camp, in which you don't like anyone but keep missing your mama at home.
The medical group kept Danny there overnight, waiting and observing, and decided to go ahead with the surgery. A nurse came over and shaved him, wheeling him to surgery. There was a man with a green mask and in surgical booties walking next to him, giving him two shots in the rear. Then there was blackness.
To be continued...
All of this combined to make him work harder than he should have. He began to falter, constantly exhausted, waking up tired and staying that way till bedtime. He rebounded briefly though, but as soon as he resumed his arduous schedule, he began to slide again, after especially driving hundreds of miles between home and Washington, D.C.
Finally he felt his lungs clogged and coughed all the time, and the severity of the situation hit him when he found myself riding to Charleston with his partner with his sweat pouring. Danny thought that he had pneumonia or the flu.
Later in the hospital, the male nurse told Danny that he had cardiac arrest along with, of course, pneumonia infection. Danny was taken to intensive care unit, getting IVed, and the condition was not very promising. Moody came then, giving Danny more than a few comfort, trying to lift his spirit. Danny wanted to die. It was apparent for a man who died once and saw the splendid majesty of Heavens and wanted to go back there again, instead of staying on this poor planet like summer camp, in which you don't like anyone but keep missing your mama at home.
The medical group kept Danny there overnight, waiting and observing, and decided to go ahead with the surgery. A nurse came over and shaved him, wheeling him to surgery. There was a man with a green mask and in surgical booties walking next to him, giving him two shots in the rear. Then there was blackness.
To be continued...
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