I don’t remember too much between this time period. My mother and BF and doctors and nurses kept me informed as to what was going on, but I don’t recall having too many lucid memories.
I knew that I couldn’t talk and I was so frustrated not to be able to communicate, and if you know me, I LOVE TO TALK! There were a lot of head nods an blinks to try to communicate with anyone. My hands were still restrained because I would try to pull the tubes from my face, nose or neck, so that made writing difficult as well. And to top it off, my hands and feet were in a lot of pain from the lack of blood flow.
The nurses repositioned me to make me more comfortable, but with all of the fluids they had to pump into my body, I blew up so fast and it was extremely uncomfortable no matter how many times they tried.
I remember one of the times that I woke up and the doctors and nurses were standing around my feet, discussing the appearance and possibly the actions they would have to take… they marked up my feet and left it at that. The word amputations was used, but only in a worse case scenario. I was ready for what I had to deal with.
Again, I was still pretty in and out of it, so there isn’t too much I can remember during these few days. I knew my nightmare wasn’t over.
