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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