Abstract
I opened my eyes and was met by a blinding white glare. I tried to fight my way through the brightness. Blinking, I attempted to focus. The blur receded and I saw a dull painted ceiling surrounding the dome light above me. A classroom clock read 7:40. I stared unbelievingly. It should have been about 3:15. Where did the hours go? "Let's get that sweater off him!" I was beginning to remember. I had been in the mountains skiing. It was 3:15 P.M. when I loaded my car with boots, poles, and skis. What happened after that? As a man in white pulled the turtle neck sweater over my head intense pain again blurred my vision. "That shoulder must be painful." I heard a muffled feminine voice. The next time I opened my eyes, I saw a tube leading to a bottle hanging above me. Several men were bending over me, speaking in harsh voices. They were clamping my arms and legs.
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