I woke up in the intensive care unit, the ICU, feeling remarkably well. It was a large, airy room, with a view of the reception desk. I was full of tubes etc, but fairly comfortable, propped up on pillows. I also had a machine that dispensed some kind of opiate painkiller via a pump. Whenever I felt a bit out of sorts, I just had to press the control, about the size and shape of a tv remote, and it dispensed the morphine. I was kind of out of it, which, quite frankly, suited me down to the ground.
Seemingly, the operation had been a success.
I was immensely relieved and whenever I started to feel discomfort or worry, I just pressed the remote. Fantastic.
