another domino

I had a massive bleed to the left parietal lobe of my brain, I would later learn what that meant, but when in the emergency room I was a critically ill patient.  The nurses and doctors and police officers were talking about all my injuries. I must have looked frightful because one of the policemen took pictures. I remember thinking "this can't be good."   

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.