As the Doctor took care of all of the timey-wimey bits in Donna's head, her mind was racing somewhere deep inside her consciousness. All of those things that were buried deep inside, and wiped from her mind were kind of rushing back towards the surface. Somewhere she remembers the adipose, and Daleks, and all of time and space. All being sorted and yet crammed in that tiny human brain of hers.
Just as the Doctor thought that he had gotten it all sorted out, Donna's eyes fluttered open and she gasped, rolling over and starting to cough like she had just been underwater for a very long time. "Oh blimey my head.." she muttered, putting her hands on her head, feeling more than a bit woozy. "What the.."