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Perfectly Asleep - Fadi Khashram
Incipit

-23 September 2009: 2nd Operation: revival: The New beginning.-

Chapter I

This is the first time that I feel so confused and speechless, only a few hours from the 10 hour surgery, the doctors have warned me that I would be unconscious and unable to move. I was not unconscious, in fact, I have never felt so alive as disabled as I was. The confusion was so aggressively mind-blowing, I was not even aware if I had done the surgery or not. Twelve hours have gone by and slowly I’m beginning to remember the existence of time and the date in which I exist; my relatives leave as visiting hours are over. My mother was my over-night companion, neither of us could sleep. We communicated with our eyes and focused on my weak body’s comfort for every move that I made could be more painful than getting hit by a rock. In the morning, the doctors came to see us , I was so tired that I forgot what being tired was all about , I was lost in my own mind , I kept having flash-backs of random moments of my life as the confusion would continue to work itself into my thoughts. Later that day, exactly after 24 hours of the surgery, I was starting to feel hungry and thirsty once again, I could feel three of my toes that I slowly regain control of; speaking was still not an option as it was way too painful, breathing was just as though as every time I would try to take the smallest of all breaths in, I would cough and each one of these coughs would hurt me enough to never want to take a breath of air in again. By 10 pm, I had ten wires attached to the inside of my body, each wire had a different function, The pain started to weigh itself in as the Anastasia was fading quickly, I could feel every organ in my body. At 11pm, a doctor came to switch and clean some areas and tubes that were inside my body, the pain was amazingly strong, but I enjoyed every last bit of it for I knew that everything that was done is a step in the right direction, or so is the mindset i wished to stay in. Before the operation, I didn't take into account any of the risks that could have easily occurred during or after the operation, I accepted it as if it were a certain way of improving my life. After 48 hours of the surgery, I was fully conscious, however , I didn't manage to get any sleep, not one bit; the nights were lonely : I was frozen into position , looking in one direction , hearing the beeping noise of the machine that managed the flow of water into my body as flashbacks occur and reoccur of a recent memory. Even thought I was one to be taken care off, I never woke up my mom during the night, except when i was thirsty, every drop of water i had taken down always gave me more courage to push on. it was still tough for her, for her child is also one that affects herself.