ESSAY BY HEIDI JOHNSON-WRIGHT
My
leg was still very weak, but I knew this would improve.
At last, it seemed that
my life was on the road back to normal.
Then Thanksgiving came, and it was as
if a trap door had opened and I fell straight into hell.
The
next four months were a blurry nightmare of unrelenting pain.
Some days it felt
like battery acid on the back of my thigh, or I was being Tasered in the groin.
Other days a sickening achy, pulling sensation took center stage.
What never
varied was the intense pain every time I stood or attempted to walk.
Prolonged
sitting brought on more pain.
I was only comfortable lying flat on my back with
my legs elevated on a pillow.
My
life was reduced to a miserable slog of trying to get through each day.
I
constantly strategized so I could minimize any amount of weight bearing.
Months
before at the rehab center, I could walk over 100 feet at a time.
Now I could
barely manage 10 feet.
RECOVERY ESSAY CONTINUES TOMORROW -- FEBRUARY 12
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