So, unlike a lot of mystery writers, I've now had the experience of having my throat cut. Of course I slept through the actual cutting, so that's no help (not that I would have had it any other way, given a choice). I can tell you I woke up with a head and throat filled with fluid and had the sensation of drowning. Possibly I could write a good water-boarding scene from it. I was surprised that I could talk, albeit softly, with a sexy bullfrog-like rasp. I also now know how many different movements of the body require neck muscles. If they aren't working, getting out of bed is next to impossible.
I had time to contemplate, in those first 48 hours, what a faux pas of evolution the neck seems to be. I mean, the heart's protected inside the ribcage and the brain's protected inside the skull, but connecting the two is this narrow, vulnerable isthmus. Then again, it's a great design for craning above the herd to search for approaching predators or the nearest Starbucks.
Anyway, I have a new experience to work into my writing. And maybe I should get my next author photo taken before the scar fades.
Peace,
Elena
2 comments:
Great post, and interesting! Good luck with the healing process. Break open Vitamin E gel capsules and rub the oil directly on the scar for a faster, better heal. And just FYI, my dad had this surgery and you can't even tell.
Hope it won't mess up your singing voice.
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