Sarah Silverman is one of the funniest people on the planet.
But there was nothing humorous about what she experienced last week.
In a lengthy Facebook post on Wednesday, Silverman detailed the disease that nearly took her life his month.
Yes, Sarah Silverman could very well be dead right now.
“I was in the ICU all of last week and I am insanely lucky to be alive,” she wrote in her post, explaining:
“Don’t even know why I went to the doctor, it was just a sore throat. But I had a freak case of epiglottitis.”
According to the Mayo Clinic and other reliable medical sources, epiglottitis is a potentially life-threatening condition.
It takes place when the epiglottis – a small cartilage lid that covers your windpipe – swells up, thereby blocking the flow of air into your lungs.
Silverman, who isn’t sure about the gender of Jesus Christ, went on to thank her team of physicians at Los Angeles’ Cedars-Sinai Hospital, which included Dr. Rob Huizenga of The Biggest Loser fame.
“There’s something that happens when three people you’re so close to die within a year and then YOU almost die but don’t. (That was me. I’m the one that didn’t die.),” she wrote.
“It’s a strange dichotomy between, ‘Why me?’ and the other, ‘Why me?’”
“They couldn’t put me fully to sleep for the recovery process because my blood pressure’s too low. I was drugged just enough to not feel the pain and have no idea what was happening or where I was.
“They had to have my hands restrained to keep me from pulling out my breathing tube. My friend Stephanie said I kept writing, ‘Was I in an accident?’”
Fast forward five days after her hospitalization and Silverman says she couldn’t recall anything. At all.
She referenced husband Michael Sheen in another show of gratitude:
I thanked everyone at the ICU for my life, went home, and then slowly as the opiates faded away, remembered the trauma of the surgery & spent the first two days home kind of free-falling from the meds / lack of meds and the paralyzing realization that nothing matters.
Luckily that was followed by the motivating revelation that nothing matters.
I’m so moved by my real-life hero, Michael, and amazing Sissies (blood & otherwise) & friendos, who all coordinated so that there wasn’t a moment I was alone.
It makes me cry. Which hurts my throat. So stop.
Fair enough. But we’re glad Sarah Silverman is still alive.
We can’t wait for her next Adolf Hitler impression…