My First Hospitalization in the UK 🏥 A Story About a Strange Experience While Hovering Between Life and Death - Hospitalization Part 4: The Aliens I Saw During My MRI Scan 👽

This is a continuation of my previous post...

The reason my doctor asked, "Did you eat mushrooms (magic mushrooms 🍄)?" was because my CT scan, blood tests, and urine tests all came back normal...

It wasn't a "cerebral infarction," so it seemed like "drugs" was the only thing they could think of.

Day 3 of hospitalization 🌟

Although my consciousness was clear, I noticed that there were more aliens than normal humans among the staff in the hospital.

Even though I had recovered enough to be discharged at any time, they wouldn't let me leave...

The reason was, "We don't know the cause of your slurred speech" 💦

It felt like they were just monitoring me to see if my condition would deteriorate again.

I didn't feel like eating the hospital food that was served three times a day, so I barely touched it, and the juice that came with it was so gross that I gave up on that too 😅

I had so little to do while hospitalized that I got bored, and I...

"I want to go home soon~"

I thought to myself.

In the end, the doctor decided that if the "MRI" scan showed no abnormalities, I could be discharged, and I was finally able to get the "MRI" scan that day.

A nurse took me in a wheelchair to the examination area.

While staring intently at the faces of the people I passed by...

"Oh, this person is an alien, this person is a human."

Before I knew it, I was checking the ratio of them 🤣

The result was, as expected, about 60% were aliens 👽

There were no abnormalities in the "MRI" scan either, and it was decided that I could be discharged the next day.

Day 4 (Final Day)

With nothing to do for tests or treatment, I was bored, and...

The hospital staff, worried that I was too thin, gave me nutritional guidance.😂

I was even given juice with added nutrients. (Though it didn't taste good.💦)

In the afternoon, David came to pick me up, and we drove home.🏡

For the first time in a while, I soaked in a warm bath🛁 and celebrated the fact that I had made it back alive.🍀

By the way, I wasn't prescribed any medication during this hospital stay (though that's because I refused it.😂)
No glucose injections either (I refused those too).✨

It seems David was also checking something like an observation log every day to make sure I wasn't being given any medicine or injections.🤗

At the hospital, I barely ate anything other than fruit and drank a lot of mineral water.😅

“What was the world I saw?”

At the time, I felt like I had been bewitched by a fox.🦊

Even so, I was lucky that an ambulance came for me immediately when I was dying, even though I wasn't registered with a GP (General Practitioner).

A GP (General Practitioner) is a family doctor.👨‍⚕️

In the UK, you register your name at a clinic in the district where you live, and unless it's a major illness or an emergency, you go to this clinic first.

In the UK, it's normal to have to wait a long time even after calling an ambulance.🇬🇧
(My neighbor was left for over three hours even though they had collapsed on the floor.😓)

At the hospital, I was able to get all the tests, like a comprehensive medical checkup, done without any waiting time, except for the MRI, and they really took care of everything.🏥

And it was all free!🤣

As expected of the NHS (abbreviation for National Health Service).👩‍⚕️

The UK's social welfare policy of "from the cradle to the grave" is wonderful.🇬🇧

The NHS is funded by taxes, and people living in the UK can basically receive medical services for free, excluding some medical care such as dentistry.

Western medicine is definitely the best in an emergency!

Even while I was dying, I was moved by the professional work of the ambulance crew.😭

Even though I hate even getting close to a hospital.😂

For this moment only, I was truly grateful that Western medicine had saved my life.🍀