When I opened my eyes, it was just like any other morning as the blurry vision looking at the familiar white ceiling focused slowly to present me with a sharper vision of… a still white ceiling.
It's when I tried to lift my arms and curl my toes to stretch the whole body that I felt excruciating pain and I let out an involuntary burst of a word used to describe two - or more, sometimes, so I've heard - people having a jolly good time.
That hurt.
I must have slept in a bad posture, I thought.
I closed my eyes tight and opened them again, still in pain and it dawned on me that this was way too much pain to be a morning stiffness. I tried to get up and as I did so, I noticed that my right arm was in bandages with an IV line attached to it.
What the fuck?
I struggled to lift my head and when I did, I saw that my left leg was lifted and hanging in the air in suspension, again, fully wrapped in bandages from below the knees to my foot, with only the toes poking out in the end.
