Democracy Dies in Darkness

Sepsis nearly killed me. This is what it was like.

Pain, fever, an emergency flight to a trauma unit. Recovering from near-death has meant taking care of my mental health, too.

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September 16, 2023 at 9:00 a.m. EDT
(Elizabeth von Oehsen/The Washington Post)
6 min

The terror began the morning of May 22, 2021, when the respiratory therapist inserted the ventilator tube down my throat. It was like swallowing a vacuum cleaner hose. Paralytic drugs were injected to keep me from instinctively yanking it out.

I futilely tried to blink out an SOS and searched for my husband with my eyes. It felt like I was trapped behind soundproof glass. Disembodied voices murmured above me as I lay on an emergency room gurney.