Delirium

For days, the silver sprinkler high on the wall is a mouse poking its head out. The tangle of tubing draped over the circulation-boot pump is a Medusa-woman ’s hair. You watch a battle rage on the blank TV screen; outside the hospital room window, the white-washed high-rise makes you think you’re in Miami, though you’ve never been. Then again, you’ve never died before either, never come back like Lazarus to this same old unfamiliar world.
Source: JAMA - Category: General Medicine Source Type: research