One of the lucky ones

When I came round from the op, my vision was impaired, my right side couldn't move properly and I couldn't speak all I could say was "um." I also couldn't swallow properly. I must have looked horrific to my husband and family as there were tubes coming out of me everywhere. However, I was really out of it in intensive care. I remember the doctors saying to me try saying more than "um" please, and asking me where I was and what a pen was and who the prime minister is. They then said that they thought that my speech, vision and movement would return as my brain was very bruised.
Then I had a seizure of some kind and I don't remember much until I was on the ward. I thought I had died and I was convinced that the nurses were taking me to the mortuary until I arrived on the ward. Seriously though I had some terrible nightmares and hallucinations I'm not even sure if they were nightmares because everything felt very real. I still don't ask about this time too much because I'm scared of knowing the truth.
Once on the ward I just kept on getting better and better. I was so determined to get my speech back and my movement. When I had food it was really hard because I felt so dizzy and sick and my right hand was so weak I kept on spilling soup everywhere, down my chin everywhere apart from my mouth. However, eventually movement in my right hand did improve and I was able to get more in my mouth than all over myself. My speech was gradually improving but it seemed to me to be extremely slow and I got so frustrated that people weren't understanding me. It wasn't as if I was slurring but I just couldn't find the words. I could say the names of objects and places but when it came to describing what I needed and wanted or everyday conversations I was stuck. I was even more frustrated when nurses tried to force on me the wrong medication when you can't speak you just feel like crying with the frustration of it all. You really do take it for granted that you can speak and do everything for that matter, when you don't have that ability it is so incredibly hard.
I had my staples taken out after about 5 days, I didn't feel a thing really, the nurses said it would hurt but it was nothing. And I had the most staples they had ever seen. Then I had a bath, I was on a hoist and a nurse had to wash me it should have been humiliating but it wasn't really because once youv'e been through as much as I had I really didn't care.
I was discharged from hospital after 8 days the 6th December. I met some very kind fellow patients in that hospital and they really did look after me in there. Many people go into that hospital and never come out or if they do come out they will never be the same again. But I was one of the lucky ones.