Whether it was just the fruition of my own apprehension, or an actual get me out of this room discussion. It seemed they wanted me off the respirator and out of the room. They came and took ex rays of my lungs and such and decided to remove it, after a second set of ex rays actually. Where technically the female rugby drop out of a technician sort of roughed me up. Pulled me forward slid plate behind, when done, took plate and sort of just let me fall back heavily. This knocked the tube in my mouth and nose a bit. In fact I recall something being broken.
Look, I'm not going into the respirator removal. Yes it is a little unpleasant, but hell it's just plain wonderful to have it out.
The concern was now to have me breath normally. Somehow this was not a thing I comprehended easily. Not to fast, not to slow, "you don't want to have to go back on..." they said.
So for awhile I was concerned with every little breath I took. Go figure. Speech was slightly possible, raw of throat, exhaustion, and of course remembering to breathe. I was under observation for awhile. Breathing as normally as I thought I could. People of medical aspects came and went. I breathed.
They even began leaving my hands untied, while they were about me, which was nice. I'd become so accustomed that I'd remind them to tie them when they'd leave. Breathing was getting easier to master. Memories and the time line are going to blur together for me a bit. I'm going to stop here.
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