After the operation, I was unconscious for quite some time. I'm still not certain as to how many days passed before I opened my eyes. I was heavily sedated and had no sense of time or space. I didn't know where I was, didn't really know what had been done on me. I just knew that I was alive.
Once I opened my eyes I was able to observe the place that I would get quite accustomed to over the course of few weeks. I was lying on the bed in what appeared to be a very small room. The tubes, the stands and the beeping apparatus' made me realise that I was in a hospital ward. The effect of the sedatives kept me in a highly confused state. I remember things only vaguely, like how one would recollect a dream that they had the previous night.
I remember that I was still thirsty. I asked for some water, and the nurse who was in charge told me that I couldn't have it because of some tube that was going in through my mouth. The tracheostomy was yet to be done, so the tubes that supplied oxygen to my lungs went through my mouth. From water to food, everything was fed through my nostrils by means of a Ryles tube. It took perhaps a couple of weeks more before I was allowed to quench my thirst.
At that point I was yet to realise that I couldn't move my legs. In fact I couldn't move almost any part of my body. I was so weak that I couldn't lift my head up by myself. I looked at myself and noticed quite a lot of tubes all over my body. I remember being curious as to what each of those were and remember asking a few questions to the nurse about when and where I was and the like.
That was all I remember of the day when I opened my eyes for the first time after the accident.
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