It had been 3 weeks before I got a call back for my appointment. I woke up at 7am, 2 hours before my first rehab appointment. I was so excited that it was finally the day when I would start strengthening my weak side. Sitting in the lobby I thought about the promises I made to myself about being more active, enjoying the outdoors more and making more time to appreciate my mobility. Today was the day that I would be given the tools to move forward.
I daydreamed while I waited for my name to be called. I knew my speech, writing and thinking would improve with time but I knew that I needed physical therapy. I knew I couldn’t move well, I knew I couldn’t walk well, but I knew that I would do whatever I needed to do to get back to working out the way I used to except this time it would be I had a different goal.. I wanted to run.
I remember laying in the ER, looking at my leg, trying to move it, silently talking to it and asking it to respond… nothing would happen. I gave everything I had to move only my toes, but stopped myself from pushing it any more after my ankle had a spasm that sent an EXCRUCIATING SHOCKING NERVING PAIN through my leg and hip. Ricardo and my dad tried comforting me while I cried, my Dad thought my tears were from the pain, but Ricardo knew better. He knew I felt defeated, but he also knew that I would never give up.
That was the weakest day of my life.
“Brittany? You’re next.” I snapped back into reality and got up to walk towards the door.
I was told at the hospital that I would need all three Occupational, Physical and Speech Therapy, so you can only imagine how I felt when I was told that all I needed, was Physical Therapy. I had conquered so much, the good news let me know that I was in fact getting better.
I finally felt strong again.