Coping by writing...

My husband and I talked late into last night about me. When I was in hospital and when I first got out.

We very rarely talk like that these days and it further helped me understand those days when I was lying in a coma with him, my Mum and my Dad sitting around the bed.They were told I may not wake up. That they didn't know. That it was effectively a wait and see scenario.

As we discussed it, it made me see. If I was waiting like that, what would I do? I'd be out of my mind, sick with worry.

I would do my best to be constructive.

That's why I have page after page after page of notes that all three of them made. It described everything I did and didn't do in those three weeks I was unconscious. It desribed each and every slight twitch of a finger, slight movement of an eye...

That's exactly what I would have done. To keep myself busy. To try and take my mind of the reality?

When I finally awoke, my Mum set me little exercises. They were similar to what she did in her job as a P1 primary school teacher. It helped me to hold a pen, write letters, copy lines, recognise colours, identify animals...