Funny how trauma causes one to be introspective and spiritual. However, at the root of a medical event is fear at its fundamental best.
We are this complex human machine which is fragile and subject to break down at any given moment. The body can completely shut down leaving your loved ones and friends to funeralize you. Or it can break down in parts giving you a chance o repair what's weak or the alternative, face the eternal music.
Like a car that needs brakes or a motor, your body can become worn and tired from abuse and misuse and it responds in kind. Doctors may try to fix it or maybe they just use sick people for lab experiments? They try this medicine, run that test, just to see what works, or if it works. Like heating up a mixture of chemicals over a Bunsen Burner, one mixture of a pharmaceutical cocktail could sustain one part of your body yet create a problem in another area. It's all scientific - one big chemistry formula directed at a living being that has a physical abnormality. When it's your body being poked and prodded your level of discomfort is relative to how bad you want the sickness to go away. Sometimes you don't get to choose.
Try getting shot and discover you don't have a choice as to the technique being used to save your life. A surgeon will quickly grab scissors to cut your clothes off you just to get the chance to cut through your flesh to remove the thing inside you that threatens to shut your machine of a body down. Then you'll get sewn back together like a piece of fabric. But I digress, the greater good was to save a life. At the end of the day that's the end game; to save a life. Side effects, scientific experiments be damned! Doesn't matter how you get to Vegas just as long as you get there.
Thank you doctors and nurses for putting me back together again.