When I opened my eyes, it was just like any other morning as the blurry vision looking at the familiar white ceiling focused slowly to present me with a sharper vision of… a still white ceiling.
It's when I tried to lift my arms and curl my toes to stretch the whole body that I felt excruciating pain and I let out an involuntary burst of a word used to describe two - or more, sometimes, so I've heard - people having a jolly good time.
That hurt.
I must have slept in a bad posture, I thought.
I closed my eyes tight and opened them again, still in pain and it dawned on me that this was way too much pain to be a morning stiffness. I tried to get up and as I did so, I noticed that my right arm was in bandages with an IV line attached to it.
What the fuck?
