Later I was told I was Code Blue. I knew what was going on, though, when I opened my eyes. They were saving my life. I chewed out the hospital staff. I could sort of talk this time around. I went through the procedure to become DNR (Do-Not-Resuscitate). This had happened before (saving my life), but it left me profoundly disabled. Actually this time I opened my eyes before they did anything. I said to the nurse above me, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to intubate you."
She was stunned. "Do you still want to be intubated?" She probably didn't know what to say or do.
To all in the room I said, "Is this what's done for DNR?"
Heads down, they left the room. (They knew they just broke a contract.)
Hospital staff did it...they managed to avoid me in the hospital. I didn't see a doctor for a few days. I only saw the janitor and CNAs. That was possible in a long-term care unit.
Maybe if I had sat up and started to sing...