I was awake and I heard both of my legs being cut off, felt the pain, and I also saw the remains of my left leg being carried in a plastic bag by a nurse who came into the recovery ward and had to be rushed out when they realised that I could see what was going on and I was getting stressed out by it.
I have had memory loss from the number of seizures I've had.
I have had a number of heart attacks as well.
I suffered from a broken back that healed itself.
And unfortunately and shamefully, I have had suicidal thoughts since losing my legs.
And I am still here, being depressed at times, grumpy as well, but I am alive and still fighting the good fight.
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