Anaesthetic messes with your brain - at least, it does with mine.
It's three weeks since the very nice anaesthetist put me to sleep, so his colleagues could make small holes and rummage around inside me. Once he had confirmed that I would be asleep during the proceeding and awake afterwards, I knew I was safe in his hands. Everything went as planned - many thanks to all concerned. I went to sleep, I woke up. It is not their fault that I have been attempting to fall asleep again ever since.
Lethargy, I think it is called. It is a good day if I manage to ingest an appropriate amount of nourishment and have a shower. Anything else is a bonus. Much of the rest of the time I can be found sleeping, listening to the radio, sleeping and reading. Or leafing through holiday brochures attempting to identify places I would like to go
a) if I had the money
b) I had a long enough attention span to fill in a booking form
c) my consultant had certified me fit to travel.
I do have hopes of b) and c). But a)? Maybe not so much.
Mainly I am sleeping and reading. I am exceptionally grateful for all the authors whose books I am enjoying, when I am not attempting to fall asleep. If I could remember any of your names, I'd thank you personally.