Incidentally, that deja vu effect - or the reflecting on the past - didn't stop at that. Together with A, we talked about how far I have come since my arrival at the intensive station. My mom recounted a few incidents for me that occurred within the first week that I have absolutely no recollection of. I was in such bad shape physically when I was admitted - I wasn't in a coma per se, but I don't recall the first week at all; nothing, nada.
- All my organs were failing
- I needed to have countless infusions a day
- My blood count was horrendous, requiring me to get blood transfusions and injections because my white blood cells ceased to exist and there was a severe shortage of red blood cells.
- My weight was dangerously low, resulting in a BMI of around 10.3.
- I was unable to move.
- All my joints ached.
- I was fed over the nasogastric tube.
- I did not consume proper meals.