Today has been incredibly frustrating for me. New year, new goals and progress to make, it’s just a shame my body doesn’t always understand that message.
Lying in bed this morning, my legs decided not to work, so I had to wait for them to wake up. I got out of bed and onto my normal morning routines, I felt ok except a little niggling headache. Luckily school was an INSET day so no kids for the day.
During the training session at school my knees started burning and then it got progressively worse. I got up to leave the room, made it out of the hall only to collapse and have a grand mal seizure (whole body jerking but still conscious). I had another short-lived seizure and on recovering the level of pain in my knees was excruciating, it reached the level of pain I felt in the summer.
Despite my protests I was forced to go to A&E where the gas and air on tap helped to relieve the pain and calm things down. A hilarious and buxom paramedic kept knocking her assets into my head as she cared for me! That sounds creepy, it really wasn’t that creepy and I was grateful for any distraction from the pain.
Once I arrived at the hospital, the normal long-winded routine from the doctors, the repetitive questions and answers that never seem to tell the whole story. Obviously they can’t offer any new advice or information…things are under investigation.
To be fair they were quicker to respond than previous times and a helpful doctor gave me further prescriptions and understood I just wanted to go home.
So here I am, at home. Frustrated, a little irritated that my body doesn’t understand it needs to get better. But I know this is part of my journey and my outlook is the thing I can control. I don’t choose to see this as a failing, I choose to think about all I things I need to do and haven’t done yet.
“Every setback is a setup for a comeback”
Wow, what a year it has been! I think that’s the best way to start this blog. For those of you who have been following me know that it’s been five months since my unexpected month long stay in hospital. I am finally feeling stronger on my legs and gotten rid of the crutches. This was helped by me keeping away from Grace (my friend who likes to push injured people over).
It’s been hard work coming off the crutches and I am under no illusion about the strength and endurance training I will have to complete to get back to where I was physically last year. But I am more determined than ever to keep push through rehab to get back to being me.
I still have lots of further tests and scans scheduled for 2015 in order for the doctors to try and find out more about what happened. I guess my mantra has to be not to let the symptoms of a condition define me but to appreciate life’s positives and live my life to the fullest.
Once again a big thank you to everyone who has been there for me the last couple of months.
The best is still come from me, Roll 2015! Tij is coming is coming for you!
Wow it’s been 2 months exactly today since I’ve been out of hospital! I look at this picture and it feels a life time ago. When in reality it was only 7 weeks ago I was unable control the movement of my limbs and was suffering from chronic pain. I was dosed up on 30mg of morphine every four hours and every other kind of pain killer that exists. Those of you that know me well, know I am a go getter. This is another chapter in my story on the road to success! You can’t always document the good times but the hard times define who you are as a person and also show you your true friends.
Little update on the recovery. I am still on two crutches and moving around slowly! (But that’s better than not being able to move at all) I am not recovering as fast as I would have hoped for. I am only starting to realise what I went through during the past two months and what I am still going through. Physiotherapy is as painful as hell but determined to keep on pushing through because that’s what I do! I have been in some really dark places at points but I am so thankful for the friends and family who have helped me come out of those places. I don’t really talk about my teaching job but one pupil said the sweetest thing to me. She asked me to do an assembly, I asked why and she said “just to tell the year group you’re going to be ok!”
Two weeks ago I was admitted to hospital in the above state. The doctors didn’t know what was generating the excruciating pain. My friends and family have been by my bedside wishing and praying for me to get better. Today I took the first steps to my long road to recovery being able to leave my bed and walk on crutches( very slow) I didn’t manage to get far but there has been some progress, in four weeks I aim to walk without crutches and go for my first jog. I just like to a say big thank you to all your messages and to the people who visited me. But a massive massive thank you to Sheriden who has been my rock through all of this and I am one lucky man!!!