Been out for a full week now, recovering at my parents’ house. I have almost total amnesia of the three weeks I spent in the hospital, which is very disturbing to me. Not sure if it was the drugs or my brain just trying to protect me or both, but it’s like trying to recall the details of an old dream that I’d previously described to someone else. A memory of a memory of a dream, so to speak. What little I do know could more easily be converted into an itemized list than an actual visual memories.
Everything seems different now. Everything is strange. Foods I previously liked do not taste the same; I look in the mirror an see a stranger’s angular face. Even the scent of my own body is alien to me; it seems sterile and foreign, like the environment in which I was being kept. Not sure if this is a side effect of the anesthesia or the delaudid or what.
Much thanks to everyone who’s stuck by me and visited, called, sent care packages, etc. I’m very lucky to have such wonderful friends/family. I’m greatly looking forward to the 18th, when the reconstruction of my leg — with metal and cadaver bone, my mom’s been telling me — can finally be completed.