I’ve been out of a coma for ninety-two hours now. Yes, I am counting hours. It’s a weird time for me. I feel like I have woken from the best sleep of my life, but I also feel like I’m struggling to be happy. In the last ninety-two hours, I have done a lot of thinking. I’ve been wondering about what would’ve happened if I didn’t wake up. What if I was in a coma for years on end? Would my family have kept coming for me? Or would they have simply gotten sick of the hassle? I’m not sure. What I am sure of is I feel oddly peeved at them, and for the most unbelievable reason too. I’m peeved because my parents never bought me a high-quality outdoor trampoline. Man, I wanted an outdoor trampoline so bad! I’ll never understand why they didn’t get one. We had plenty of space in our yard, and my dad worked as a well-paid engineer on government buildings so it’s not like we were strapped for cash.
My parents used to get agitated with me for not wanting to ever leave my friends’ houses. I mean can you blame me? They all had trampolines. I loved it. I could do a load of tricks. Even when I took a bad fall that one time, my passion for trampolines still didn’t waver. I just wanted to be on trampolines all the time.
I won’t hate on my family too much. They still got me something. They bought me the most professional outdoor table tennis table. Australia has crazy weather! I probably got a chance to use that thing twice a year. Besides, table tennis wasn’t my thing. I wanted the thrill of doing flips and jumps on a trampoline and I never got that – not in my home.
Now look at me, I’ve just spent three months in a coma due to a trampoline accident. This could’ve been totally avoided had they opted for the trampoline I asked for. I would’ve then got all the practice I needed.