Been thinking some more about all this, and I've decided that a major factor in my delusion that the doctors and nurses and all hospital employees were actors, or nefarious kidnappers, who cut me open and tried to sell me a lie while holding me against my will ... was the 1st stage of Kubler-Ross' 5 stages of grief. It was Denial. In addition to the trauma, the drugs, the anasthetic, it was a way of coping. If I believed I'd been kidnapped and cut by Boris and Natasha, then there was no cancer. You dig? Now that my mind is fairly clear, I think it's obvious. I couldn't stand the shock of it and my mind made up a conspiracy story which, as scary as it was, was easier to deal with than the truth.
I've got to remember to call R.M., the lawyer, for calling him 2 days after surgery and begging him to get me out. Then again, he probably deals with loons all the time.
