So many people gave up on me and were getting ready for my funeral, n I watched my funeral in my coma and it wasn’t time yet and I know who gave up on me and who didn’t, just so some y’all know
In my first coma before they spilt my chest open, I guess sometimes I would very slowly raise both of my arms above my head. Then my parents would hear the nurses screaming, “touchdown, touchdown” from my room. I was told it was pretty funny
went to sleep in April, woke up in June, didn’t know I was getting a heart transplant, woke up n just had a new heart, covered in 25+ scars, couldn’t lift my head, n couldn’t talk, eat or drink for 5 weeks, had to learn, to eat, walk n talk again, that’s a sliver of it