A nurse was asking me if I understood where I was.
I wanted to say, "you mean, you don't know? Get me out of here!"
But I couldn't talk.
A young policeman talked to the nurses about me. I remember thinking that I could tell him there was nothing wrong with me... except, of course, that I was uncoordinated... and, oh yes, I had a bleed in my brain.
The nurses were great! They talked me like I was a person; they talked to me as if there was nothing wrong; they talked TO me. I had yet to learn that not having a voice, a literal voice, was scarier than being paralyzed.