On My Own

I have taken the final step to begin breathing on my own. My logopedist closed the remaining hole in my throat with tape. The skin has grown together and the only thing left is a dark little spot on my throat.

Doctors finally took away all of the cables measuring my pulse and oxygen level in my blood. This means that the automatic alarm caused by this machine will finally go silent. All that remains is my alarm beeper, which I can use when I want to call for help. If this 20-year old tool fails, I still have my personal assistants: Siri and Alexa, to make an emergency call — which would be ridiculous to do in a hospital. Luckily I haven’t had any emergency situations since I left the intensive care station. There were only false alarms due to technical glitches. These false alarms really worried my girlfriend, but now she knows what a false positive means in a logical way.

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