Even when they woke me up, I still wasn’t really with it. They put so many drugs into me, it was quite a cocktail. Not sure how long it was before my short term memory caught up. I know I repeated many of my questions. I honestly could not remember. You wake in a hospital and you have no memory on how you got there or why the hell your even there.
I know my husband was asked the same questions over and over by me and on top of it he had to make decisions he thought he would never have to make. But he finally had enough and said “you keep asking me the same question and I have answered it like a hundred times.” I felt shut down, that I couldn’t grasp what was being said to me. I felt like a child who always asks why, why, why. Finally the parent just has enough and looses it. I know it wasn’t meant to be that way, but it did make me feel more isolated.