I : OK. So during the entire intensive care stay, you were never really aware of what was happening? E : No, I didn't know what had happened to me. They didn't tell me that I had bled, that's why they were giving me blood, I don't know how I would have reacted if they had told me they were giving me blood because you had bled, but he didn't tell me anything at all. I : Was it because you were intubated or (-) or even after the tube was removed, you still didn't understand? E : No. I : And you didn't ask any questions? E : No. No, and then I was staring // in my head at what I was hearing, what I was seeing, what I thought I was seeing, but nothing // but my body was like it was inert, I wasn't doing anything, I was just there, I was moving, I don't know, I was // I : And you couldn't speak either? E : Yes, but it didn't occur to me to ask the slightest question. I wasn't asking myself any questions and I wasn't anxious, I was nothing at all, I was like in a dream, I don't know. I : And how do you explain it now? E : I think I was on drugs (before). In fact, later my daughter told me that she had taken a look at what I had, I was on huge doses of morphine, so I was still in that kind of thing. But I don't know how long // I didn't stay, in fact I don't feel like I stayed long. I feel like I was there for an afternoon or an evening. The next day, um what / yes they came to clean me up. Then when they ran the washcloth over my face with a very soft warm washcloth, I said ah that's really nice. I found it really pleasant, they // but I didn't ask myself why they were washing me. Why I was doing it didn't occur to me at all.