Facial Awareness - Part III
The next phase of recovery was sleep, more sleep, crying a lot and copious amounts of painkillers. Despite my initial thoughts about retaining independence and staying at my own flat, I couldn’t have managed on my own. I have since realised how lucky I am to have such an amazingly wonderful mum. She was patient, loving, attentive, kind and so unbelievably calm throughout the whole thing. No matter how stratospherically wild my fears got, she soothed them and helped me to see sense. Her duties included warming up hot water bottles, reminding me that this would pass, bringing me flowers, giving me hugs, laughing at my dramatic nonsensical ramblings, endlessly making me soup and smoothies… and crucially, helping me to take my medication. I was sent packing from the hospital with liquid ibuprofen and soluble paracetamol which is a far cry from morphine. I upped my own medication to soluble cocodomol, which tasted as bad as you might imagine. My mum made it as comical as she
