There are many different kinds of falls-economic, mental, physical & spiritual.I was labeled a "Fall Risk" the first time I went to the hospital for what was eventually diagnosed as Chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy, a progressive, auto immune disease.In a few weeks, I went from healthy to being an invalid and eventually almost completely paralyzed. With the help of God, loving family and friends, and modern science, I have begun to recover.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Good Days, Bad Days (You know I've had my share)
Just so everyone knows, this is a bad day (actually, several bad days). I am tired all the time, but can't sleep and I am in pain. Nights are the worst.
I have been so busy working on the physical therapy aspect of my recovery that I forgot I have a chronic illness that I know almost nothing of, especially how it manifests itself after the initial symptoms abate.
So I am taking it to the Internet:
Monday, November 15, 2010
“Yes,” “Not now,” and “I have something better”
Friday, August 6, 2010
I return to work
Friday, August 6, 2010
I went back to work yesterday. I didn't go back to work work, I went back to take part in a celebration.
My job was to teach computer classes in the senior center at the Mayerson Jewish Community Center and to coordinate a volunteer run telephone assurance program.
Both my programs are funded by a grant from the Mayerson Foundation. Once a year we would have a special luncheon to thank the Mayerson's for their generosity and to show what we had accomplished in the last year. Click on the picture below to see a Picasa web album from yesterday.
This was the first time I had been back since March 19, the day I went into the emergency room. It was also the first time many of these people have seen me since I got sick.
The senior adults and fellow staff members swarmed me, giving me hugs and kisses and tears of joy to see me again.
I was reluctant to let go of the people I was hugging. Being physically close to them was an intense reminder of how much comfort they are to me. They have been lifting me up with their prayers, well wishes, cards and letters, whatever they had to offer since I left.
Once again, I'm left speechless by the generosity of the people in my life.
It was a physically and emotionally exhausting day. It was a pointed reminder of how far I have come (and how I got here) and there is still a ways to go.
When I got home I went right to bed and stayed there until 10 o'clock today.
