The day I awoke…and couldn’t speak…
This post is continued from The day I died and lived to tell the tale I woke up on the 7th day. At least, I opened my eyes. The nurse came in and asked me if I knew where I was – I shook my head. She told me that I had been very, very ill and still was. As I peered into the haze, I could just about make out my husband walking in with my mother-in-law. They asked me what day it was and pointed me towards the calendar on the wall. I couldn’t see. (Don’t worry, …