"This is what I said before, a device that can help you communicate with others." Dr. Sun came in with a few people, pulled a strange screen over, and fixed it about one meter above my head.
"This screen is equipped with a gaze tracker. You can use this to select letters. If you blink to confirm, you can type on the screen. Although you can also speak, you are in the ICU after all, so
The speaker for talking is not connected yet.”
I looked at the dark screen, but what came to mind was the British physicist Hawking I had seen on TV before.
Will I be like him in the future, sitting in a wheelchair with my head tilted and speaking in a strange electric voice?
I don’t know if there will be any unopened crew members in the future who will invite me to visit for a set or something?
But I can't move my fingers. How do I drive this wheelchair?
"Look, I, go ahead and let her get hungry." I was thinking about all kinds of things when the screen in front of me suddenly made a strange noise.
It seems that the monitor was mistakenly touched by my eyes. I'm a little embarrassed. Is this a different kind of face-rolling keyboard?
"I'm fine. I accidentally saw it wrong." A magnetic male voice spoke a few words with a rhythm that seemed to be kicked out by someone. This extremely mechanical speaking voice attracted a lot of attention.
Dr. Sun's attention.
"You should first familiarize yourself with the specific operations. Don't be so anxious to speak." Dr. Sun said seriously, "Actually, this system is quite fast once you are familiar with it."
"Is it.........?" There was a six-second pause between the two words, which sounded like a bad talk show actor deliberately gasping for air.
"It's just not suitable for compliments." Dr. Sun smiled and answered, "How do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Using your eyes to speak, this feeling is very fresh." I vaguely felt that I was gradually becoming more proficient in typing with my eyes. The three rows of keyboards were locked after blinking. Then each row of keyboards stood up for me.
Choose one up or down. My life seems to be controlled by others to the point where I can no longer control it. It is really full of irony.
Will money be deducted for homophonic memes?
"Let's put aside the novelty for a while." Dr. Sun coughed and seemed to be suppressing a smile. "Do you feel that there is something... um, something you are not used to?"
"I, can't remember them." My eyes moved up and down, and my eyelids blinked rapidly. "I, can't remember, my own family."
I felt like the place suddenly became cold.
"Do you still remember other parts of your memory?" Dr. Sun asked, "Do you still remember what occupation you are engaged in?"
"No, remember." I can't be a comedian, right? This profession still has the potential to continue to develop in the future. This mechanical voice may sound more fun than my original voice.
"You work as an industry analyst at Nanshui Securities." My wife said from the side, "You went out this morning and said you were going to exercise."
Oh, that seems okay. At least I don’t have to worry about my eyes typing too slowly, so that the baggage will be thrown away halfway.
What does an industry analyst do? Detective? So, am I quite rich? If I am rich, I should have a car and a house, right? Then why should I go out to exercise? I can't just sit at home and eat and wait.
Die? Why can’t I think about it so hard that I have to go out on the street and be hit by a car?
No, I started thinking wildly again.
This feeling is getting more and more uncomfortable. The countless thoughts floating in my mind at the same time almost drive me crazy. What the hell?
"Mr. Qian, are you okay?" Dr. Sun woke me up in time. His voice was not loud, but it just drew my attention back to his problem.
"It's very bad." I typed as fast as I could. I didn't know when this feeling of out-of-control thoughts would appear again next time. "I have a lot of thoughts. I can't control them.
it's painful."
I heard the cries of my parents and wife.
"Your craniocerebral injury is mainly concentrated in the frontal lobe and hippocampus. The frontal lobe is mainly responsible for thinking and calculation, and is related to your individual needs and emotions. It also subordinates activities to intentions and motivations. The hippocampus is
Areas used to manage memory." Dr. Sun explained, "Injuries to these two locations may damage your ability to control your thinking and part of your memory, or it may be a side effect of the surgery. Although it can save lives, surgery is traumatic after all.
.”
"It can be cured, right?" I discovered that this input method actually has abbreviation associations, which made me type faster. "I won't be like this in the future, right?"
"This needs to be evaluated by a professional neurologist. But from our doctor's point of view, as the brain tissue gradually reduces swelling, there will definitely be some improvement." Dr. Sun was very cunning and did not answer my question directly.
Instead, he expressed some encouragement in an ambiguous way. "As for your current locked-in syndrome, neurosurgery believes that it is caused by your craniocerebral injury. We will also find ways to treat this part."
"Please, you guys." I still feel a little unintelligible when typing and speaking. After all, I can't control the tone and speed of my speech. Anyway, if there is anyone who can remain so calm in this situation, then he must have been driven by a car.
Broken my brain.
However, there is an advantage to typing slowly. I can think twice before I say a sentence. In my current situation, if I blurt out words without thinking, I am afraid it will embarrass everyone.
For example, when I met my parents and wife, my first reaction was to open my mouth and ask, "Did you get the wrong person?" Fortunately, I couldn't speak at the time. Otherwise, it would have been an embarrassing scene if I said this.
I feel numb all over my body just thinking about it.
After Dr. Sun comforted me for a few more words, he left with my family. I lay alone in the distance, looking at the dark screen and feeling a little regretful.
It's too boring to just lie on the bed and look at a keyboard. It would be great if this computer could access the Internet!
With nothing to do, I started to relax my mind in bed and let those strange thoughts pop out on their own. From a certain perspective, this was also a good way to relieve boredom. After such a period of personal experience, I found that I
Sometimes a lot of silly ideas come up. If you continue to think about these ideas, you will have a pretty good entertainment effect.
For example, the wife who just appeared in front of me. How did we meet? She looks a little haggard, but she is so beautiful. When I think of this, I can't help but give a silent thumbs up to my former self.
, well done by the old me!
She must be the one I took the initiative to pursue. If someone else catches such a beautiful girl, I will definitely regret it and hit myself on the head. Of course, I can't hit it now. On the one hand, there is something wrong with my brain. If I hit it, I'm afraid I'll have to
Something happened. On the other hand, I couldn't move my hands and couldn't hammer even if I wanted to.
But from another perspective, I am lying on the hospital bed now. Although I cannot move or speak, at least I am still alive. And according to what Dr. Sun said, it seems that I can continue to live.
It would be great if I could move. I sighed. Then I slowly fell asleep with all kinds of complicated thoughts.