The first thing I noticed upon waking up was that my eyes were blurry.

It was a strange sensation, but it was nothing like I’d experienced before.

I’d been using a camera to record the scene around me for my class, but now it was completely black.

I could feel my eyes watering and my mouth tightening.

It felt like my vision had been cut off.

My eyes were so blurred that I couldn’t even see the image.

As I tried to get my eyes to focus, I couldn.

I didn’t feel a lot of discomfort, but I did feel a strange pain in my eyes.

The pain was nothing to do with the tears or swelling.

It just felt like the edges of my pupils were being squeezed.

I thought it was because of my own tears.

When I looked at my phone and noticed the number of my classmate who’d died, I felt a bit of relief.

I felt like it was a good thing that someone else had died.

The first few hours I was in the ICU, I’d never felt anything like it before.

I’d never had such a sudden onset of dizziness before.

It took me a few days to realize I was experiencing a severe head injury.

I was in intensive care, but luckily I managed to make it to the ICUs, where I spent the next two days in a medically induced coma.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later, during a CT scan, that I learned that I had an incision in my brain stem, an injury that had torn the blood vessels in my head, causing my brain to swell to a size I’d not experienced before, the size of a ping-pong ball.

The swelling had taken me several weeks to recover from, but the pain had finally subsided.

The doctor was able to see the swelling in my vision as well as my heartbeat.

I was placed in a coma for six weeks and had to wear a ventilator for the first few days.

I had my eye sight restored, but by then the swelling had become so bad that it would not stop bleeding.

In September, after a couple of weeks in the hospital, I received a new diagnosis.

My eye was permanently damaged.

I would need to have an eye surgery, and I’d have to wear an artificial retina for the rest of my life.

At that point, I was on my way to a lot more than a month in the intensive care unit.

I’ve had the best of times and I’ve had a rough go of it, but there’s no way I could ever have imagined how hard it would be for me to go through this again.

I had a few thoughts: It would take more than my eyes and my hearing to get back to normal.

There are a lot worse things I could have been up to.

I also thought, If I was to survive, I could get better.

I don’t think I’d be able to live in a world that doesn’t care about people with disabilities.

I’ve always been thankful for the opportunities that I have in my life, and for the things that I’ve been given in this life.

My job, my family, my community, my coworkers.

My kids, my friends, and the rest.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get better, but if I get better and stay on my path, I think I can move forward with my life and find some balance.

I’m grateful for everything I have and what I’ve achieved.

I know I have more to achieve.

I’m grateful to my doctors, to the nurses, to my colleagues, and to my family.

They’ve always treated me with love and compassion.

I love my life so much and I’ll never take this for granted.