The nearest hospital ended up not being able to handle our injuries, so we were transported by helicopter to St. Paul, MN – Ramsey Hospital (now Regions). En route, I have been told that I died but was able to be brought back.
Once at Ramsey, I remained in a coma for approximately 6 weeks (?). I remember having “dreams” of being cared for by different people, but nothing really remarkable like some people talk about “seeing” while they are in comas. One “dream” that I had was of my boyfriend asking me if he could borrow my snowmobile for a few days. Then, when I awoke, I found out that he had actually stolen my snowmobile and crashed it… saying that I had told him thad he could use it. Weird, huh?
After coming out of the coma, I found myself unable to walk… which I did not believe. I would actually try to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom… but that didn’t work too well – I ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor and the nurses would have to come and “rescue” me.
In the hospital, I did get to meet Kirby Puckett and Joe Mauer from the Minnesota Twins, and a couple of the players from the Minnesota Timberwolves (I don’t remember which ones.).
It was now mid December, 1988. I remember it was night time – about 10:00 PM. I started coughing and could not stop. The nurse gave me a spray that was supposed to help stop the cough… but it didn’t work. I kept coughing. And coughing.