While in the coma, I must have been a wild man there, I awoke a few days later than I should have. I was bound from my hands down to my ankles. The 1st thing my Oncologist noticed was that I had a nice open wound about 4 to 5 inches long. He wanted to fire the whole crew that took care of me, but that was only a handful as I was Quaranteed in a lead shield. I talked my butt off so noone would be fired. I told him maybe I wasn't my self but was acting strange. His arguement was that I was a patient and should have been treated much gentler as I was a patient and should be treated as such. We did come to an understanding, and no one was fired but sure did get lectured. I still have a 4 inch scar and much pain in my feet even tho the right ankle was by far the worst. Yep, I still hurt but fell good about them not losing a livelyhood. I have some damn funny looking marks on my ankles too. LOL But hell, my whole body is one large scar from being laid open so many times over the years. One of my nurses was my Gal friends step mom and for a long while she hated me not knowing I protected them. Life goes on and on.