Crisis
I took a very bad fall on Valentines Day. Worst ever. Three days in the hospital. Surgery. Bed pans. Broken back. Excruciating pain. Two months of living in my bed. Horrible. I was so depressed at some point I couldn’t look at or smell food. One week of no eating. Best diet EVER. Twenty pounds gone. I would have committed suicide but I didn’t have enough Ambien to do the job nor the courage to use another method. I screamed in pain all the way home from the hospital. I could not sit up for 2 months. I screamed that life with ataxia was hard enough. Now this? My message today: shit happens. You WILL get through it even when you believe, like I did, that you’ll never get better, you will. My husband (to whom I will be forever grateful for the bedpans etc.) kept telling me I was getting better. I dismissed him. I am sorry. Ataxia doesn’t protect you from disaster. It prepares y...