This is the second part of my story (the first part is The Operation - Coma). I don't know if this could be considered as a paranormal experience. For me, this was nothing short of a miracle.
This happened once I came out of my coma, but was still bedridden with complications. A number of doctors visited me, prescribed numerous drugs, but nothing worked. A few even made things worse as it turned out, I was allergic. The allergic reaction filled my stomach with bile and became bloated. The pain was unbearable.
I was lying there, moaning with excruciating pain, not even able to move. Even my Mom stopped visiting as she couldn't take it anymore.
After a couple of days or so of lying in this state, I reached the end of my endurance. I was sobbing hard and praying to God to take me away from all of this. I asked Him to end it even if it meant that I had to die. I just didn't care at all.
Then something happened: the doctor, who had been my anesthetist during the operation, came to see me.
This was out of the norms for an anesthetist. They only stayed during the operation, did their stuff and saw that the patient had come out of anesthesia. After that, they just moved on to the next case. They were extremely busy, and they never ever (at least in that hospital) came to see a patient after an operation. In fact, even the nurses confirmed the same to me later.
This lady checked my medical records and then came and stood beside me. She told me she was sorry I was suffering so much. However, she assured me, it was going to be all right. She was stroking my hair and spoke in a voice that was so soothing that I stopped sobbing. Actually, her voice made a little of my pain go away. Let me tell you one thing: when you are in a LOT of pain, even a little of it going away makes a HUGE difference.
And she took charge. I couldn't take my eyes off her and trusted her absolutely. She had that kind of presence: calm and quiet but completely in control of everyone and everything. Even the nurses were standing at attention totally under her power.
First she injected a something into my saline drip. Then in that wonderfully soothing voice she told me I needed to swallow a tube with a sieve at the end. She said it was going to be hard for me, but I had to trust her and do as she requested.
Well, I did it because I trusted Her. (On a lighter note: Now I know what my devoted dogs feel about me after what I felt about her!)
Later, I was told they extracted an enormous amount of bile and foul gas from my bloated stomach. The medicine injected into the saline stopped the influx of bile into the stomach within hours. I started feeling good as soon as the toxic things started draining.
As long as I was in that terrible condition, she was constantly by my side. She was the one who went on injecting that drug into the saline and not the nurses. She was there throughout that critical 24 hours. And I was discharged 48 hours after that.
As soon as I was better, as soon as I sat up in bed, she was gone. I never saw her again.
Before being discharged, I asked the nursing staff about her. I wanted to thank her personally for what she had done singlehandedly for me. The nurses looked a little confused and told me they had only seen her in the hospital a few times and was not aware of her name. It turned out, she was not a regular anesthetist for that hospital.
After 9 years, I hardly ever think about what I had to go through. But I often think about this Miracle Healer who appeared out of nowhere. I regret not knowing her name, who she was. I never even thanked her for her selflessness. She didn't even charge me for her services.