My Options

Walking hurriedly from my bedroom at the ranch into the kitchen, feeling like I'm going to black out, thinking I'm going into a coma.

"Something bad is happening, I don't like it," says the good voice.

I am dialing 911.

This was before I was even hospitalized. I think this is it. I'm going into a coma, never to possibly wake up or ten years from now. I feel faint. d. It was probably only a drop in blood pressure.e I'm just about to press send when one of the voices tell me not to. I don't.

It happens again later in the day. Death or coma. My options. d.