The 5th day of my transplanted heart!
Five years ago today I would have loved to have screamed, “I’m BACK!!!”
But in reality, regaining consciousness after being in a comatose for most of the previous 3 weeks is NOT like what might see in the movies. One does NOT simply wake up, hair neatly combed, smiling at the nurses and your family and then carry on a normal conversation.
I can remember very fuzzy vision, people asking me a LOT of questions about how I felt, if I was in pain, can you squeeze my hand, etc, etc. I was also still intubated (breathing tube in my throat) …. my throat was so dry it was on fire and I could not speak. I didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t really care. Minutes could have been hours, hours could have been minutes.
There was a little (7″) TV on near my face, but I couldn’t comprehend what was on the screen or coming from the speaker.
I was clueless, more so than usual, and all I wanted was this thing out of my throat. I drifted in and out. I didn’t have any grasp on reality.
I’m still in the dark about my situation and DON’T know that I needed nor had a heart transplant, but this was a huge first step!!
Prayers from hundreds, maybe more, of people were being answered …….