The hospital staff were all brilliant. They are so kind and caring and, despite being so busy, did as much as they possibly could for me. They all learnt how to deal with the brace. At night, I had (and have) to be laid completely flat and log rolled out of it by four people. I then must sleep straight and flat on my back. In the morning, I got (and get) log rolled back into the brace and that meant I could start to sit up. It was really weird at first, having been flat on my back for over two weeks; the dizziness was the hardest to overcome initially.
Once I had got used to sitting up, it was time to start to think about mobilising. Apparently, one's muscles start to forget to work after just eight hours - which is why legs may feel wobbly in the morning! I had no idea. So after a few weeks, my legs were completely gone and I needed the hospital's physiotherapists to help me walk again. I don't remember how long this process took, from being stuck in bed to being able to sit out in chair. Apparently it was a few weeks, but to me, it's a bit of a blur. But with the patience, skill and kindness of the physios, I was finally able to get out of bed and shuffle to a chair!
|Sitting out in the chair|
|My trolley walker. I still haven't pimped my ride.|
Again, the support I received from friends and family was my lifeline. The visits I received made my days, as well as all the kind messages and contacts via the internet and phone. It all meant - and means - so much to me.