I have an admission to make, so let's get it over with...
...when I woke from my coma, I had visitors. I remember some, but not all. I also know that when folk *did* come to see me, I'd quite often just conk out and fall fast asleep.
I'm really sorry to you guys!
When I look back, I can see that sleep was really important in my recovery. When I got back to Glasgow two years later, I'd sleep all night, wake when Paul got up to go to work, then sleep all day until he came home. But I *would* make his dinner for him!