Fly down, Death

Every so often, I have a brush with my own mortality, ever reminding me that we are not long for this world. I was released from the hospital yesterday following a pair of diabetic seizures-really fun stuff. You see, in May of '08, I had my pancreas,spleen, and gallbladder removed as well as an islet cell transplant. This procedure was to combat a degenerative condition which I had severely aggravated by years of power drinking and drug abuse. In essence, my pancreas had begun to split apart and wrap around my small intestine, thus causing all nearby organs to swell and become inflamed. The veteran surgeon exclaimed that he had never seen the innards of someone in such poor shape, living or dead. It was a ten hour procedure, in which I died twice- once by bleeding out faster than the transfusion, and the second by breathing against the breathing tube after being put on life support. I awoke twice under anesthesia, the first time to the feeling of numerous fingers in my guts-which proved quite painful, and being completely strapped down-my only course of communication was to bang my head repeatedly against the gurney. The second time was as I begun breathing on my own towards the end of the surgery, and was slowly suffocating as my lungs expanded against the breathing tube.
Soooooooooo-that's why I am currently a diabetic.
Oh-and if you're wondering if I saw any bright lights or visions of heaven........sorry, in my experience, the afterlife was dark, cold, and lonely. I've read that such warm, fuzzy feelings are the result of chemicals that the brain releases at the moment of death to make the transition more acceptable, but I don't know. Maybe the next time around I'll have a light to walk into.