Before I knew it, I was once again being whisked down the hallways at the new hospital into an even bigger room, one that, unbeknownst to me, would be my home for what would feel...

As I sat up I turned my head to the side, but immediately straightened it again when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck.

Nothing worked. This blazing pain seemed only to be getting worse.

What if…the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong? What if I was over-exaggerating the pain, weakness, and weird sensations?

Fatigue had started to set in…and now my eyes showed it as I struggled to keep them open.

I wondered if there was anything [the doctor] could do to to make the pain disappear and my arms work again. I wondered if I was going to get any worse than I already was....

All of a sudden, my right hand was dead, unplugged, and my left was definitely not working right.

A blur. That’s what it felt like to me