Ummmm, that doesn't explain why I could see my sister discussing my x-rays in the next room with another doctor that time I almost kicked the bucket. They were in another room, with walls between us, and I recited their exact words and movements much to their astonishment. I also felt the grief of an old woman that lost her son in the hospital, which quickly turned to musical joy of birds flying over the complex. You get my drift. Do not tell me I am erroneous.
Your not erroneous.
My grandmother had a heart attack and was taken to a hospital in Clearwater, Florida. I was living in North Georgia at the time, and my dad stopped by my house to let me know the family was making a trip down to see her in ICU.
So, my best friend at the time, and I, decided to make the trip down there and take turns driving. 10 hours later, I was trying to contact my folks to figure out which hospital my grandmother was in. I stopped by her house, and nobody was there. So, I got the key, went inside, and checked on her dog Rusty; an Australian Shepherd. I fed him and played with him for a while before I decided to head to the closest hospital.
She wasn't at the first, second, or third hospital I checked (this was before cell phones and text messages). I finally found her and my folks at the fourth hospital. My aunts, uncles, mom and dad, brother and sisters were all there. I found out my grandmother had been in a coma for several days.
Ironically, and just out of coincidence, she snapped out of it just a few moments after I arrived. I went in to see her, and she hadn't spoken a word to anyone, but when she saw me, she smiled and said "Thanks for feeding Rusty".
She doesn't remember saying that, but all of us do.