I had doubled in size – “like the Michelin Man” – and was rock hard to the touch.
I was also covered in black welts from the onset of meningococcal septicaemia.
I was warned it might never repair itself; the first knockback.
However, little fazed me in those first few days after the coma, as I was on morphine.
The bulb, hot from being left on for several hours, if not days, was now spot-welded to my forehead.