But it's only chicken Pox...Part 5

After a mammoth wait, and some prompting by people, I am eventually starting Part 5.

The next thing is, that I wake up. Well when I say wake up I really mean that they wake me up by stopping the anaesthetics. The Doctors have decided that I am well enough to start breathing on my own and it is time to get better.

This is all well and good, except that when I come round, I am completely bonkers. Sorry not completely bonkers but pretty close. For a start I am not sure that I know what I am doing there, you see along with the anaesthetics they also give you paralytics (to paralyse you) and other drugs to make you forget. So I have no ideas where I am, what I am doing there, who these people (medical staff) are or much else. I know my name etc. but not a lot more. And this is where the weirdness kicks in.

I am not sure whether it is my brain trying to make sense of the world, or whether this is a result of dreams I had when I was under, but I have all of these not so much memories as realities. I am unable to tell what is real and what is not. I therefore have a number of scenarios all of which are equally real (and in some cases mutually exclusive).

Examples:

I now have six children, two of my own, four who I adopted, two I adopted from their dead mother (one of which was mine), two who where orphans in Scotland who I rescued from an institution where they were being held - this was as a result of an interaction I had with one of them fifteen odd years ago.

I was held by renegade US Soldiers who were part of a secret mission that used psychological warfare techniques, including drugs. Unfortunately they went a bit off course, forgot how to use their equipment/techniques etc. I stumbled across them and they captured me and were trying to brainwash me, I got help using a modem, got rescued, captured agian and rescued again and they were all re-patriated.

I have a whole bunch of memories about a 2nd world war project to communicate via windmill like structures and paper cards, including visiting the last working example.

and many more.

The thing about these is that however mad they seem now (and they are) they were so real at the time I could not tell them from reality. So when Elaine came to visit I was genuinely asking her where the other children were, and who was looking after them (I neglected to say that there were a Dutch couple trying to steal two of the children) as I was so worried about them.

Poor Elaine didn't know what had hit her.

Roll on Part 6!