They say before you go in for surgery, your hearing is the last thing you lose. And it’s the first thing to come back.

I wish I didn’t know that, because after I heard the first faint murmurs I might have guessed the real reason why the darkness around me was there.

It wasn’t because I couldn’t see yet. My eyes starting working not long after my ears, and my voicebox - I should have screamed, but I didn’t.

It was a while before I got the feeling back in my arms, and only when I lifted my hands to my face and felt my fingers rap along smooth, dark wood did I realise how strong that anaesthetic had been.

My screams came too late. They had buried me alive.