The Vision

When Alice told me about Flemming waking up from anesthesia speaking Spanish, I was reminded of this from my past.
As a young person I had gotten a STD, most likely from an unsanetized toilet seat, so I found myself at the Public Health Clinic in Seattle for the cure.
And there I was, on a gurney with my bare bum in the air, pressing some cotton on the spot where the nurse had just jabbed me and then something started to change, and from what seemed like miles away I heard the nurse shriek
Doctor, Doctor we have a reaction
and my heart was pounding ready to explode and the buildings were closing in on me
And then my vision was filled with the face of The Bearded One
Don't be frightened, he boomed, your heart is not going to explode
and I told him I was frightened and that my heart was just about to jump out of my chest and...
Forsooth, The Bearded One said, this is but a reaction and you will be fine, but I wish you would stop speaking Gaelic...
Then and there I knew The Bearded One was not God, because He would have known that I was speaking Danish.
He was right though, little by little my heart stilled and the buildings de-loomed and pretty soon I could pull my pants up and get ready to leave the place.
In the hall outside one was obliged to sign out, and the weaselly little guy in charge of the book looked at me in rapture and lisped
You had reaction ! Some people say they see God. Did you see God ?
I didn't even answer. Sheesh.