3 months after I married my best friend and high school sweetheart, I started to feel slight numbness on my left side.
My walking also started to be a bit wobbly. I was captain Jack Sparrow, a little twirly and had my arms at my side to catch me.
After a co-worker suggested I see a doc, my husband and I decided to see how the weekend went. But, I didn’t really think I needed to.
I wasn’t bleeding, I didn’t have a fever & ER’s are expensive.
I was not sacrificing a weekend.
If I was still feeling off, I’d go see the doc on Monday … that was what sick time was for … duh
Again … I was 20 (eye roll)
The following Sunday, my hubby and I went car shopping. After visiting a few lots, we had mostly decided that we would be turning around to head home soon when I hear my husband ask …
“Did you feel that?” <—– (THOSE 4 WORDS)
“Feel what?” I answer
While I was staring out the window for the next dealership to possibly visit, my husband bit my hand.
There were cute little teeth indentations on the inside palm and back of my left hand.
To this day, I’m still not sure if he was trying to call me out on the strangest call for attention ever or if he was trying to assess the situation.
Eventually, we went to the ER closest to our apartment and surrendered to the doctors …
That ER visit turned into 9 nights and 10 days. During those 10 days, I had several CT’s, my braces removed bedside, 4 sets of MRI’s, a spinal tap, as well as every pee test, blood test and cognitive function test known to man. When I left that hospital, I had a brand new old man walker, a mini-stroke diagnosis, physical therapy orders and my very first neurologist.
I did physical therapy, we moved to a one story apartment and I was able to return to work in a few months.
The next hospital visit wouldn’t be until the following March. I went in this time because my right side was numb.
In March 2003, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.