Yes! I wish I'd been older than 10 because I didn't sort of question or make an effort to take it all in. I just went with it. Anyhow, it was Xmas Day (of all days) and I got this horrible pain in the lower right abdo. I knew nothing of appendicitis and just thought it was growing pains. LOL what an idiot! Anyhow because I've always hated people making a fuss when i'm not well, I didn't tell anyone about the pain until about 5pm that afternoon. A locum doctor examined me internally (the only pain that comes close is child birth) and said I had to go straight to hospital. They didn't operated until midnight because I'd had half a glass of water at 4pm - the only thing I'd had to eat or drink all day. Apparently my appendix ruptured while I still on the table so they were very worried about me.
I remember being in recovery and they kept making me lift my arm, lift my head etc, when my whole body just felt really heavy and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. Eventually I did and that must have been when it happened because my next memory is one of hovering... not really being anywhere...and being aware of a tremendous sense of freedom. I knew I wasn't in my body. I also felt a profound sense of peace.
I felt myself drawn somewhere in a hurry. In hindsight it was probably the tunnel that everyone talks about but I don't remember. I am also convinced that a great deal happened between that point and the last thing I remembered before coming back... but that I am not allowed to remember it. I found myself in counselling with 2 or 3 men in white robes. They were talking me into coming back because I didn't want to! lol. Eventually I saw that they were right and agreed. They warned me that it would be hard but I assured them that I thought I could handle it. That alone helps me when things get tough because I know I made that choice. Finally, I recall a sense of sitting on the rafters. I was probably hovering up near the ceiling in my hospital room. I then rejoined my body.
I don't know how much time passed between the time I left my body in recovery and the time I rejoined it in the ward.
I was a very sick young girl for another 3-4 days where all I did was sleep on and off. Eventually I started to feel better and in the second week regained my appetite. I was in hospital for 2 weeks. Mum says I was also quite lethargic for another 2 or so months afterward.
Oh and the ruptured appendix was the reason for my infertility. I am riddled with adhesions.