One day I asked a nurse, 'What is this lump?' placing her hand on my tummy. My stomach was big and hard and I didn't know why.
It's the top of your skull,' she replied. I was shocked.
After I started to speak I also walked again for the first time.
I hadn't felt any problem with my arms or legs in bed apart from my left hand which was stiff because the bullet had ended up by my shoulder so I didn't realise I couldn't walk properly.
My first few steps were such hard work it felt like I'd run a hundred kilometres.
The doctors told me I would be fine; I just needed lots of physiotherapy to get my muscles working again.
One day another Fiona came, Fiona Alexander, who told me she was in charge of the hospital press office.
I thought this was funny.
I couldn't imagine Swat Central Hospital having a press office.
Until she came I had no idea of the attention I'd attracted.
When I was flown from Pakistan there was supposed to be a news blackout,
but photographs were leaked from Pakistan of me leaving and saying I was going to the UK, and the media soon found out my destination was Birmingham.
A Sky News helicopter was soon circling above, and as many as 250 journalists came to the hospital from as far away as Australia and Japan.
Fiona Alexander had spent twenty years as a journalist herself, and had been editor of the Birmingham Post,
so she knew exactly how to feed them material and stop them trying to get in.