29.12.2006
OUT OF COMA
OUT OF COMA
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I can feel the warm touch on my left hand and I open my eyes.
-Mamma, I shout in astonishment. What am I doing here?
She doesn´t seem to hear me, where she sits by my side with tears in her eyes.
-Thank God! You´re back, my dear child, I can hear her say.
I repeat my question.
-Are you trying to tell me something, my dear?
I coin yes with my lips as I nod my head, but otherwise I lie perfectly still under my sheet.
-Wait a moment, she says as she stands up and leaves the room.
She returns in a short while in the company of a man and a woman wearing white robes.
He seems to notice that I look at them with a stupid face.
He takes my right hand into his as he intro-duces himself and the woman as my doctor and nurse.
I cannot feel his touch.
The nurse removes the rug.
He presses lightly on the spots where my body joints its arms.
Tells me to nick my head when I feel a touch.
I feel quite bad, actually I have constant pain above my left thigh and in my right shoulder.
-Can you move your toes and fingers, young man he asks encouragingly.
I'm able to move the toes on my right feet and left hands fingers.
Mom´s got questions in her eyes as she looks at his face.
-That´s a normal paralysis, because the arm´s sensors lie in cross, he informs.
I feel bad about that I'm neither able to move my left leg nor my right arm as I somehow remember that I'm a left-footed football-player, but I´m right-handed.
He takes my left hand in his, looks into my eyes and says to me:
-You´re quite lucky my friend having such a caring mum he begins his lecture, as he gives my mother a respectful eye where she stands on the other side of my bed holding my weak hand.
Here by your side she´s been standing most of the time that you have been lying here on the Borgarspitali's Intensive Care in a coma.
She´s been holding your hand and talking to you.
When I put up an empty face the doctor affirms that even though many might be skeptical of its importance he´s quite certain about that my mother´s love for me, her unconscious son and the fact that she had sat by my side all this time, while she has spoken to and encouraged me is the main reason I've been able to awaken from my coma.
-It wasn´t just me, my mum said happily with tears in her eyes.
And the doctor carries on:
-Yourself and Bjarni Thorkelsson came via
ambulance the night of September 21 last, after an auto-accident had occurred a few hours before at Svinavatn. Bjarni was less injured and has already left the hospital.
You on the other hand were unconscious, paralized from your neck down because one vertebra was bruised and contused the cranium part of your brain, the doctor said as he pointed at his own neck.
A broken rib had made a hole in your left lung, besides that you had a fractured jaw.
Here on this hospital you have been sleeping for almost five weeks.
As soon as I've been moved from the Intensive-ward my teacher of speech, Ebba a young, attractive woman tries to find out what is wrong with my organs of speech.
But all in vain.
However I try I can't make a sound.
As soon as my teacher's left me my mother and father who's visiting continue to talk to me and I try to answer in my soundless way.
I try and I try until...it happens. As I try to answer by making a sound one time my nose itches and automatically my left hand moves towards it to scratch.
And guess what!
I make a nasal sound.
Very pleased parents inform my teacher immediately what just had happened, and she concludes that some concretion in the coma has made it impossible for air to run through the mouth.
She reckons that the only way for me to be able to speak is by closing one of my nostrils.
