Thank you James…

When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a dimly lit peach-coloured ceiling. The aroma of a freshly brewed Nescafe filled the air. For some reason, I could not move either my left nor my left leg. Despite knowing something was seriously wrong, I even tried to stand in the vain hope that I would suddenly be able to. As I was lying in bed, the rhythm of my heartbeat was all I could hear, until a knock on the door. It was the nurse, taking reports of my vitals, blood pressure and all the usual stuff. The days passed pretty quickly, I was sleeping most of the time. Continue reading