Sylvanna Devlin

I have a strange life. In the background I hear music “Na Na Na Na” which I first heard in my car and don’t remember why. I had said something. Chosen to have a crush on a Michael not Michaela. Who knows. It sure sounds like quiet chaos and I fell asleep.

Voices argued over whether gaslighting killed me (it did). But they also are a little frustrated that (without describing details), I was greatly amused I might have been too pissed off to stay dead.

My heart stopped. I needed CPR and am nursing a fractured rib from the effort to save my life. I had a breathing tube down my throat. They went in one artery of the leg and out the other in a very intimate spot! They oxygenated my blood because my weak heart would beat but not do anything about oxygen.

That’s a severe level of survival. I woke up a week later in an entirely different hospital. There are records of a conversation with an entirely asleep and pissed off Angel and they simply say – don’t argue with her world view.

I don’t know what she heard. I was unconscious. And probably told her as much. But no one listens to the sleeping person having a conversation in their sleep that the timing is just a bit bad.

I went to nirvana first. Stopped existing and spread out into nothingness. Then I was woken up as a nerve block was going in. Briefly before making it up steps to heaven. A very personal place I was going to be so I could let go again.

But no. After one week skirting death I woke up again. Spent another week in the ICU and then a week recovering at a psychiatric ward.

After that my heart hurt when I moved. Rolling over was difficult. I was in and out of the hospital with complications. And my brain didn’t seem to operate correctly.

One serious “Fine Fuck Everyone” moment. Three weeks in the hospital. Two more months recovering my ability to wriggle in my sleep, I certainly hope everyone now understands Gaslighting kills. Because I ain’t doing this shit again.

Today I’m having a sleepy day as arguments seem to center on my new years plans.

I will be on the Spirit Yacht this 2025 New Years Eve. I picked out an outfit that I need to buy closer to the time as I’m shrinking still. But I have tickets. I am going. I just need to be better enough by then.

It’s good to have goals.

Game Over – under Melissa J Devlin is still available on Amazon. But sometime next year I’m going to finish my spiritual book that even atheists might like.

I probably won’t deal with the fight to go through a regular publisher with game over. Instead focusing on the “The Way of the Wayward Druid”. A working title I might not keep.

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