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Innocence/Vulnerability

The noise of the machines in the ICU was deafening. I tried to focus on my breathing, but it was shallow and ragged. I couldn't move. They put an oxygen mask on me, but my condition continued to deteriorate.

I was given many injections. After that, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt a foreign object in my throat. It was a long, plastic breathing tube that connected me to a ventilator. With each breath in and out, I felt the cold air pass through the tube and into my lungs. The rhythmic hissing of the machine reminded me that I had lost control of my own body. After numerous surgeries, I ended up in a coma, tethered to the ventilator.

I'm still here. Yes, I'm alone and completely paralyzed. I still can't even wiggle a finger. I was in a coma for a long time. Too long.

The doctors performed the necessary surgeries. When I finally woke up, I felt something foreign, something lodged in my throat. I couldn't believe they had done a tracheostomy. The complete dependence on the ventilator made me vulnerable and defenseless, causing a feeling of helplessness. I looked at the doctor, and in his eyes, I saw sympathy but also a kind of detachment. "Everything will be fine," he said. But I didn't believe a single word. And now I can't even make a sound.

I felt an unpleasant weight in my nasal cavity. The long nasogastric tube, which was sustaining my life, deprived me of the ability to eat on my own, emphasizing my complete dependence on the medical staff. Although there was no physical pain, the feeling of a foreign body in my body caused discomfort and anxiety. The catheters and other tubes hanging around me intensified the feeling of dependence, as if I were chained to the bed, powerless to change anything.

Most of the time, I listen to the rhythmic breathing of the machines. The doctors and nurses examine me regularly, checking my vital signs.

I am periodically disconnected from the ventilator to clear my airways of mucus. Each cleaning procedure is a reminder of my dependence on the machine. Those few seconds when I am disconnected from the ventilator cause me to feel helpless and afraid of the unknown.

After the tracheostomy tube is cleaned, I am quickly reconnected to the ventilator. The rhythmic hissing soothes me. In this peaceful isolation, I find a certain peace, accepting my vulnerability.

Meet With Two Souls - Ep. 7

Touboui F - Ep. 8

Innocent Love

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ICU

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