I was gently and not so gently woken and reminded that if I wanted to continue living, I had to make the effort to breathe,
T
he darkness faded into pain. I was alive.
“Breathe, Shira, please breathe.”
My spine had been so misaligned that it was one step away from making pancakes out of my lungs. When the surgeon gently pulled it away, my lungs tore. The resulting hole was fixed — mostly.
As I floated in and out of This World, I was gently and not so gently woken and reminded that if I wanted to continue living, I had to make the effort to breathe. After being awake for 24 hours, hubby took a break and my dedicated sister took guard duty. “Please, more painkillers,” I whisper-begged.
“It’s slowing your breathing too much… just breathe,” the nurse answered.
