The doctors had awoken me. They wanted me to sit up so that they could move me onto the next bed. I couldn't lift my head so I asked them to place their hand around my neck. I couldn't lift my head up at all. My head was so heavy like it weight more than my body. My body couldn't lift my head up. When I would try to lift my head, my neck felt like it was going to break apart.

In the hallway, I saw thick tube down patient's mouth. They lie there dead with long tube thicker than 2 inches in diameter down their neck connected to machine.

Getting on the cat scan bed was no problem. They lifted my head for me. No problem at all. I didn't have to do the hard work of lifting my head.

They moved me in the single room with clear glass next to the trauma emergency room where they do their surgery.

No camera was in the room or so it seemed. The desk was in front of my room. Those look like a lot of security camera at the front desk. My mind run: I hated being watch every minute.

I was given orange juice to drink but it came back up along with orange juice that I drank earlier in the morning before the cat scan. I couldn't even help myself to breakfast, either.

I went back to sleep but I am awoken out of the cold by a doctor. The machine had gone off; and, I heard it. He told me I need an IV. He told me my blood pressure is too low. He ran out of the room. He came running back with tall men in green suit. They looked like the men in the movie "Men in Black". The only female doctor was wearing a white coat. These doctors came running back and they had surrounded me like some big rush. I was so frighten. I didn't want that type of attention.

Right there I knew I was going to get my first IV ever. I was so afraid of what they would do if I refused so I didn't pull my arm away when the same doctor who ran out of the room was putting the needle in.

I said, "I didn't like needle and that they hurt" out loud too many time. They must have been thinking that I am such a big baby. That is because I kept using the word, "ouch". I made sure I held on to the female doctor's hand. Guess what? I gave her a good hard squeezing until the needle was completely inside me. I squeeze tighter when she tried to pull away. When the needle process was done, I had released her hand. She was shaking it then and cracking up with laugher.
That is right, if anyone want to give me an IV against my will all because some machine went off and I didn't even know why I was in the hospital at the time, then they better be prepare for some good hand squeezing caused I am going to ask them to hold my hand like a big baby.