Doctor’s said time would be my best friend, the brain would slowly heal. It’s hard to imagine life without time it’s so immersed in our language, but science today questions time’s existence. In the past I considered things that now preoccupy. Perhaps when I considered walking before coma it was outside of time. I like the suggestion that time is used for measurement, a preoccupation in the third dimension. Indeed it’s hard to transcend. What did you do yesterday? Harder still to factor in the infinitesimal, now.
Perhaps after coma this is as good as it gets. I’ve always been riddled with doubt, before and after. I now wonder if my incessant questioning was, is, a consequence of coma? People have often thought me without certainty, coma might have been a future cause of unpredictability.