While taking me out of operation theatre, they took the tube* out and started to wake me up. The first thing I know is that I’m choking to death…
No flash-backs, no life passing in front of my eyes, just desperately trying to take a breath. I was swinging my hands, even knowing that I’m not helping doctors, but I felt like if I stop doing it that I would die.
Fortunately, it ended - not sure how, not sure when, but it did. I lost most of the memory of the unpleasant feeling, but still I can recall a bit of it. (notice: memory of the feeling, not of the events).
That gave me a thought - how the hell do we know that life passes in front of our eyes before death? All the people who might experienced that had certainly died! It’s called “near-death experience”, and I experienced one, but nothing did flash in front of my eyes, except the faces of doctors surrounding me and trying to help me!
* tube, tubus: the part of aparature used to keep you alive during the surgery, goes inside the mouth, far deep into throat