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 you.

Good to be back .


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