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Sunday, December 21, 2003
It's been a year...
This post will deal with how my year has been, health-wise.
I meant to post it on the 17th, but I didn't want to clash with people's happy responses to Return of the King... and I was too happy to write about it, anyways *soft laugh*
I should probably post the sheep-banner again, to take the edge of it further *lol*
Good to know it had the same effect on you guys, as it had to me *happy*
17th December 2002 - Shortly after 9.30 am.
I was walking home from English class, which I aced 6 months before the others ^_^
When I got through the door, I started to shake uncontrollably.
At first I thought I was tired and needed sleep, but the trembling didn’t subside.
During this time, there were a lot of … traumatic issues, circling in my family. So somehow my awareness of my deterioration got lost.
Not for long, though.
Slowly, but surely, other symptoms surfaced.
- I gained somewhere around 10 kilos in 3 months
… My skin couldn’t keep up with the change and it was so taught that it felt like I was going to burst.
- I lost all appetite
… Despite the immense gain in weight, I couldn't eat. My stomach felt sore and I could feel the acids tearing me up from inside. I was sent to a doctor that stuck a tube down my throat and into my stomach (don't know what that's called in English). But he could find nothing wrong… All the first 4 doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me…
- My condition plummeted
… After walking 50-100 meters, I was out of breath… completely drained.
Whereas before this started, I could easily walk 1 kilometre and still have an abundance of energy.
- I was tired
… oh, so very tired. Even if I slept through the night and half the day, I was still tired. Everyday was a haze of foggy sleepwalking.
- I was dizzy, disoriented and I lost the ability to communicate
… Sounds got muffled and my vision got blurred. I was afraid to go outside, thinking I would walk into the street and get run over.
… I couldn't put sentences together, said something different to what I intended to. "Remember the balloon" instead of "Did you take the umbrella with you ?".
I slurred and eventually stopped speaking, because I felt so degraded by my incoherent babbling.
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It felt as though I was going insane.
I was slowly loosing grip and falling into oblivion.
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The darkest hour was back in April.
I actually asked my oldest sister if she would come to my funeral if I died…
I wasn't expecting to live through the hell that had taken over me.
Now here I am – one year later…
I've regained much of my former abilities/strengths. Though it feels as if I've suffered a severe stroke and my brain is still not functioning properly.
Most of the regression has turned into progression. There's still a long way to go…
But I am coming to life. Life is returning to me
- Mimmi
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