By Gillian Firth
A story covering four years of my life - the four years after the coma. It isn't an heroic account nor does it labour a 'woe is me but I'm so brave' point. Contrary to some beliefs, on surfacing from coma land, there isn't a flash of light followed by a multitude of questions - now that would have made a good story - there is nothing. These pages tell it how it was as I saw it. A lonely, fustrating pain in the butt with a lighter side.