The Rest of My Days in the Hospital
WEEK TWO They continued the antibiotics — two different kinds, twice a day. My fever hovered around 38°C. The nightmares had lessened a bit. Every morning they took blood; my...
When Everything Stopped: My First Days in the Hospital
THE HOSPITAL MORNING That morning, I couldn’t walk, couldn’t see, couldn’t speak. We went to another private hospital. They kept me in the emergency room for 3–...
Losing Balance, Finding Myself: The Start of My Neurological Journey
I just couldn’t make sense of anything. I had two projects to deliver, a house that needed cleaning, two cats and a partner to keep happy, and a stomach...