Looking Back

    • Anonymous
      October 23, 2010 at 6:15 pm

      My nerves took their nose dive two years ago. I have recovered to the point of just a bad case of numb feet.
      The other day my sister brought me a present. She had saved most of the note books I filled while I was trying to communicate when I had the thingie in my neck. The worst two weeks not being able to talk.
      How could anybody read what I had written? It is hilarious. Looked like I had the pen in my teeth.
      She also kept a calendar in my room and we all contributed to it. My visitors had marked comments when they came to see me. Apparently I was not that polite when I wanted to sleep and would tell them “thanks for visiting” before the visit even started. My sister brought soup on the same day as Federer won his 15th grand slam title. I got very excited on the day one of my other sisters brought me a purple popsicle. As lying in a hospital bed tends to create havoc with your digestive system, there are little drawings of poop, indicating a bad constipation day. I must have been pretty bloated because there are also drawings of a whale.
      It was interesting to read the days I flexed a foot or an arm.
      They wrote down all the different doctors that talked to me, I had a lot.
      I got my bilateral dorsiflexion splints on the 19th.
      I was in three different hospitals on seven different floors. One day someone wrote, “Today we had to play find the patient,” they didn’t know where I was.
      I told the nurse to cut off the extra legs I had. Must have been some very good drugs that day. I had some very amazing hallucinations. I would start to realize that they were not real and had to drag myself out of them. One time I thought that my kids were kidnapped, I kept asking the nurse to tell me if they were OK. When she said we can call them but it is four in the morning I knew that it wasn’t real.
      While I was in the hospital I got a package of stickers to put on my calendar. I gave them away to the hospital personal. I gave a gold star to the really nice physical therapist. I gave a frowny face to one set of the x-ray techs. I got pneumonia and I got x-rays every morning. They had to make me sit up and lift me to put the plate under my back. Some of the techs knew how painful it was and were really quick. But the ones who didn’t know how to do it quickly got bad stickers. Food people always got bad stickers.
      The first time I got to shower has a gold star on that day. Actually there are quite a few gold stars. The first day I could flex my legs, the first day I got to the toilet myself (that day has two stars, must have been a big deal) the first time I sat up, first time I was in the parallel bars, first time I went outside. THE DAY I COULD TALK.
      It left my husband and two boys, 14 and 20 to fend for themselves. That was a major concern for me as I am a stay home mom that does everything for them. I find out a lot latter that if they couldn’t cook it on the bar-be-que they didn’t eat it. Every take out joint in a ten mile radius is on speed dial.
      There isn’t a point to this post. I just haven’t posted for a while and wanted to rant.

    • Anonymous
      October 23, 2010 at 6:41 pm


      Enjoyed your “rant” very much….you should do it more often….when GBS seems to take us to our wits end, humor can be so beneficial………thanks for sharing!

    • Anonymous
      October 23, 2010 at 8:39 pm

      Enjoyed your post, it brought back memories of my hospital stays especially the hallucinations. I could feel all four legs I was sure I had and another time for days I had a third foot I could feel between my thighs, every time I pulled the sheet back to look for the legs and foot nothing was there but my own two useless legs. Even ask a nurse how many legs a human was supposed to have, I will never forget the look on her face :confused: but she politely said “humans have two legs and animals have four. We can laugh about it now but they were real to us at the time.
      There were other hallucinations that are better left in the past for my own peace of mind.
      Thanks for the rant.

    • Anonymous
      October 23, 2010 at 9:16 pm

      Isn’t it great that we have reached a level that we CAN laugh at the silly things we said or thought during our “bad times”. There are a few hallucinations that I dare not tell about now because I am sure those nice men in the white coats would show up with a straight jacket for me and throw me into a padded cell.
      I didn’t have 4 legs, but I was sure that all my limbs were “sewn up” into a thick body glove. I wished so much someone would take it off.
      Good rant, Shirley

    • Anonymous
      October 24, 2010 at 8:47 pm

      You have a great attitude! Thanks for sharing.