I don't think that waking up is better

A fall.

After a month I finally recovered my consciousness, that to hear people totally distraught for me, giving me for dead, trying to guess if my desire was to stay connected to the world with a machine or whether if I preferred to be free.

“Please, that's the kind of questions that you can’t formulate” I remember that I said, while a nurse took off the bandage that covered my head.

I never thought that making one of the best things that have happened in my life, being a cheerleader for the Cheerios, would bring so disastrous consequences that one person could face after years enjoying of good health. I promised not to panic at the time because I wasn’t even sure what was going on after a month of total unconsciousness, but then…

“After all the tests and studies that we are able to make we’ve come to one conclusion: its permanent blindness, the damage from the blow to the occipital cortex is irreversible”.

The words of the medical diagnostics have always seemed to me the most aggressive, violent and heartless that can exist in the world, but they certainly are totally accurate, they are the ones that dictate the lifestyle that a person must follow from now on.

The damage in my skull wasn’t that higher, the Cheerios insurance paid every penny of it, but only one thing was what they couldn’t improve in any way, because they say that a thorough invasion and reconstruction in my brain could cause other damages that neither they could foresee.

Now I'm blind, and I would really have liked to be turned off from the machine. Knowing that I'll never see again what happens around me doesn’t seem something nice. I don’t think that waking up is better in something like this, but I have to face it. No matter how much it costs…