Hi all, I wrote this poem on the spur of the moment to try and explain what delirium felt like for me. Hopefully it'll help some people understand what their loved ones might be going through when they wake up from a coma. I felt like this for a week - maybe longer - in between periods of lucidity. The nights were worse so I stayed awake on watch and slept in the day... I think these are all pretty common themes for us.
Delirium hum drum and coma body blues.
I stood on the edge of darkness, staring into a pit of despair,
Unaware I was peering into death’s cold lair.
Not a single ounce of knowledge, nor a hint of surprise,
I didn't even know it when I opened my eyes...
But once—my God—those eyes could see,
The nightmares began, and my mind tried to flee.
It conjured up stuff I didn't understand,
Running, I guess, from death’s lonely hand.
No comprehension, no sense to be found,
The nurses were killers, the doctors were clowns.
I tried to run, to just get off that bed,
But my body was broken—Jeez—along with my head!
I couldn’t speak, not a sound, not a peep,
But my eyes could kill from fifty feet.
And say—stay away, you evil man,
I’ll call the police as soon as I can.
I was stuck in a silent, unmovable hole,
My feet leaden, my hands lumps of coal.
No tears, just fear and wrath,
Yet I thought I was “someone” on an important path
(and that’s delirium).
It's not like the movies—you don’t just wake up and say “hello”
After surviving a coma, your everything says “no”
You’re a child again learning to walk, learning to eat and learning to talk.
You’re an old person, feeble and slow, no way can you just get up and go.
(That take months/years)
But... we’re still here. We escaped death’s door!
And we get to live some more—hooray!
Altered, I know, but I'm OK with who I’ve become,
Thanks to the coma blues and delirium hum drum.