Craig Hospital inpatient

When I got to Craig Hospital, I was still bedridden. I had my neck in a fancy adjustable neck brace called an Aspen collar (brand name) and had the tracheostomy tube going in my throat just below my Adam’s apple. As mentioned before, I had the feeding tube going in my abdomen just above and to the side of my belly button. I also had a PICC line in my left arm, which is just a long, thin, soft catheter that goes in a vein in the arm and ends at a large central vein near the heart, and is used to deliver medication for long term patients. I could use my biceps and shoulders to perform a sort of half ass wave, imagine a very drunk Princess Dianna if she just had no fucks left to give… At that point, I don’t think I had any sensation in my legs, or at least I hadn’t become aware of it yet, which may sound ridiculous, you would assume that any sensation would be detected immediately, and I’m not entirely sure how to explain how things like that can become lost in the lack of feeling. I think part of it is that I was hyper focused on the things that I definitely could feel or control, my brain hadn’t calmed down enough to have the mental space to detect subtle sensations.