Finally off antibiotics after three days and three nights. It was like waking up from a long, unpleasant dream. The night of the typhoon I recall bundling up in my fur blanket in bed in a daze, but it merely rained in my city half a night and a day. I later saw on the news, though, that entire provinces were devastated.

That must be how a temporarily comatose person feels upon reviving. Memory is a blur, and one looks all around without emotion, wondering whether three days went past, or three weeks, or three months, or three years.