It’s one hell of a story.
Being the drummer for thrash metal legends Death Angel, Will Carroll was used to crowds cheering after a show. But inside the California Pacific Medical Center on March 30, the Bay Area rocker received a standing ovation just for opening his eyes. He had woken up from a 12-day coma after testing positive for coronavirus.
Here’s the hell part:
While in the coma, Carroll said he had dreams of visiting the afterlife. He saw himself leave his body and plummet down to hell, where Satan — a woman in his case — punished him for the deadly sin of sloth, morphing him into a Jabba the Hutt-like-monster who vomited blood until he had a heart attack.
Now that he’s cured, Carroll believes in god — sort of:
He … adopted a belief in a higher power; he feels the prayers from his family and friends helped him pull through.
“I’m still going to listen to satanic metal, and I still love Deicide and bands like that,” Carroll said. “As far as for my personal life and my experience of what I went through, I don’t think Satan’s quite as cool as I used to.”
Somewhere, the devil is shaking her head sadly, wondering why Carroll isn’t praising her after she let him return to the land of the living.
Some of the medical staff may be asking themselves the same thing.
As for Carroll’s dream, we should probably consider these four factors.
(1) He acknowledges he was a bong-hit aficionado and “hard alcohol” user in the years before he got COVID-19.
(2) The virus is known to cause scary-high fevers that can in turn cause delirium.
(3) After he went to the hospital, the doctors and nurses “tried every treatment they had heard about,” reports the San Francisco Chronicle, “from hydroxychloroquine and azithromycin to the experimental drug remdesivir.”
(4) As the drummer of a thrash metal band, Carroll has a creative imagination steeped in stories about grim reapers, Lucifer, hell, and so on. Death Angel’s album art alone will tell you that much.
Any one of these could cause wicked nightmares. But various psychotropic substances, high fever, a cocktail of conventional and experimental drugs, and a taste for supernatural horror, combined? That’s practically a recipe for the mother of all night terrors.
With any luck, Carroll should soon function at 100 percent again. I hope the same for his critical faculties.
(Image via Facebook. Thanks to Mark for the link)