We’re not in Kansas anymore…
The weeks spent in I.C.U. were like an eternity in hell (more in another entry).
Later in rehab I was shown “Encounters at the End of the World,” Werner Herzog’s masterpiece. To my amazement, it was as if someone was describing the universe I had barely escaped from.
Just like those divers going through massive layers of ice with only one hole to come back to the surface,
while it had been all about life or death, there had been absolutely no road map.
I had been submerged too and was still gasping for air.