Well it happened. My first ride in an ambulance. On April 1, 2017 at 5:50am I was picked up off the bathroom floor at work, put on a bed with wheels, loaded into an ambulance. The pain I was feeling was no joke. It started the previous day. I was leading exercise as my job required. I felt something amiss as I was doing step-ups on a wall. I stopped. I tried lunges. I was loosing strength. I finished the group with arm exercises. I tried to stretch to get my body back into line. I went and laid down for 30 minutes and then stood up to find that my spine was no longer straight. My left hip was sticking out, and it would not go back. Pain levels increased as my ability to stand decreased.
"Heather you have to make it through the day," I told myself. "You have a job to do."
How I made it through is a wonder to me as I have hours now to think. I asked for help, and my co-worker's rose to the occasion. 8 days later with a second ER visit under my belt, I lie in bed thankful for my imagination. Getting to the bathroom is an experience I have to plan out. I have to make sure everything is ready and nothing is in my way. I am grateful I have no stairs to climb and only one corner to go around. I too am grateful for my housemate as she brings be food and makes sure all of my water bottles are full before heading into work.
I have high hopes that this will all be over soon. But then I realize the severity of my situation and pray that however long it takes, I have the strength to make it through one day at a time. For now, I will just have to get used staring at my ceiling.