Okay, so I havent had much to say recently about my recovery/rehab from the dreaded Guillain Barre Syndrome - a romantic-sounding label for a nasty condition that can strike people of any age without warning, leaving the hardiest in the terrifying position of being paralysed for an unforeseeable period of time, in unspeakable and unrelenting pain, helpless and dependent on fams and friends for every aspect of life, even to eat. Being hoisted onto and off the loo was particularly painful and humiliating. Nothing could have prepared me for the experience and my heart goes out to sufferers of MS and MND, whose journey, while similar, is far longer with a far less positive outcome. For myself, the journey back home to normal is nearing an end. My physio nicked my zimmer frame, my OT set me a knitting assignment, and on Friday, my neurologist told me he doesnt need to see me again EVER. Sensation will return to my hands and feet in time, he assures me - nerves heal at 1mm a day apparently, so I just have to be patient and keep using my sandpaper fingers and stomping around on my numb feet and legs until they surrender to normal. I am in awe of the human bodys capacity to restore itself, even an old, saggy 62 year old body, despite being attacked in such a dramatic and sudden way. And I am awe of how doctors,therapists and nurses work with efficiency, commitment and compassion, to give their patients every chance to recover. And, of course, I will be eternally grateful to you, my fams and friends, for your hands-on help, your visits, your mercy-drops of real food, your prayers, your thoughts and your regular contact since I came home. Here are some pics of GBS me, Rehab me and Home-and-nearly-there me...
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 11:25:42 +0000
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