No uttered a word or nothing, was a syllable.

Not my name, not my wife, not my childrens
not my hospital room.

like death.

I croaked like a frog, to some other person.

And in a few minutes, it was horror - Buh, Buh, Bah!

Now, it's 6 months to the day, 8/23/99

It's better from there to here,
but I think and think - What happened to me?

It's another person

A haze

Like my mind wanders in a forest.

I try to speak -

Sometimes it's o.k. but sometimes it's gone.

My mind is vacant.

I do some things I used to do,
but I have no other thoughts,
just my wife, my family, my good relatives, and friends.

Will I come back?
I don't know.