Long story cut short .....
About three months ago I was in hospital on a life support machine for around three days. I had stopped breathing when I was out one night on the peev and was found by a passer by lying somewhere (I have no idea where). He had heard my phone ringing and I'm assuming he took it out of my pocket to answer it. It was my girlfriend who was on the other end looking for me as I hadn't returned home.
As far as I'm aware I had to be resuscitated a couple of times and there was a good chance that if I survived I could end up with brain damage.
I have no memory of anything for the time that I was in the hospital apart from waking up for what only seemed like a couple of seconds and finding tubes in my arms.
I can deal with what happened and I feel extremely lucky to be here but I can't get it out of my head about the guy who saved my life by simply answering my phone. I have no idea who he was or where he lives. When I walk about the town center I'm always wondering if it was the guy at the bus stop or the guy crossing the road. Would he recognise me again? Does he even know that he saved my life?
I've often thought about trying to find out who he was by contacting the hospital or the police but I wonder if I could actually handle knowing him (if that makes sense).
A part of me is thinking that I'll never be able to stop thinking about it even if I did find out who he was.
About three months ago I was in hospital on a life support machine for around three days. I had stopped breathing when I was out one night on the peev and was found by a passer by lying somewhere (I have no idea where). He had heard my phone ringing and I'm assuming he took it out of my pocket to answer it. It was my girlfriend who was on the other end looking for me as I hadn't returned home.
As far as I'm aware I had to be resuscitated a couple of times and there was a good chance that if I survived I could end up with brain damage.
I have no memory of anything for the time that I was in the hospital apart from waking up for what only seemed like a couple of seconds and finding tubes in my arms.
I can deal with what happened and I feel extremely lucky to be here but I can't get it out of my head about the guy who saved my life by simply answering my phone. I have no idea who he was or where he lives. When I walk about the town center I'm always wondering if it was the guy at the bus stop or the guy crossing the road. Would he recognise me again? Does he even know that he saved my life?
I've often thought about trying to find out who he was by contacting the hospital or the police but I wonder if I could actually handle knowing him (if that makes sense).
A part of me is thinking that I'll never be able to stop thinking about it even if I did find out who he was.