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I’ve got a headache. And that’s putting it lightly. The doctors say the painkillers will be taking the worst of it away, but it feels like it’s not even touching the sides. The medication just makes me feel drowsy. I don’t know how much of that is down to the barbiturates they had me on to keep me comatose, but all I know is I don’t feel like me.
I still feel detached, spaced out. Almost as if I’m watching this rather than taking part in it. It’s a very odd sensation, and not one I can accurately describe.
The doctors keep coming in and asking me odd questions. I can see what they’re doing — they’re testing my long-term and short-term memory. They’ll come in and ask me something, then have a chat, then ask me the same question again. They’ll ask me who the prime minister is, what yea
