3 Years Since GBS Hit Me

3 years

3 years since I went and saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine

3 years since I came down with a stomach bug on Free Comic Book Day

3 years since I sat there chugging Gatorade and Chicken Soup

3 years since being well enough to board a plane to Oahu

3 years since that wonderful trip in Hawaii; the beach, snow cones, hiking & swimming

3 years since it felt like the yummy seafood ramen turned my tongue to rubber

3 years since I thought I had been eating too much because I couldn't suck my stomach in

3 years since I got sunburned so bad my shoulders felt too heavy to lift

3 years since I climbed those stairs on Diamond Head thinking how hard each step was

3 years since I broke my toe and couldn't feel the pain

3 years since stumbling off the plane, thinking it was jetlag

3 years since getting out of bed in the middle of the night because it was hard to breathe

3 years since I went in for the MRI

3 years since my husband helped shower me because my arms were too hard to lift

3 years since that night when I fell after trying to get out of bed

3 years since my husband helped me from the car to ER before I sat in the wheelchair

3 years since I sat in the ER waiting room watching Robot Chicken waiting to see a doctor

3 years since the spinal tap that confirmed I had Guillian Barre Syndrome

3 years since I chose to receive a feeding tube because eating took too much energy

3 years since I lay in bed vomiting on myself unable to cry for help, after reacting to Darvocet

3 years since I feared I would never be able to use my hands again

3 years since I shut my eyes as they laced tubes down my throat for a respirator

3 years since I first felt the effect of morphine

3 years since I told myself it was ok if I died; I had no regrets

3 years since I remember hearing the doctor mentioning I might need a ventilator

3 years since part of me yelled to myself "No! Wake Up! We Don't Need a Vent!"

3 years since I woke up with the drive to fight to get back what I lost

3 years since I could feel my husband's kiss once again

3 years since I rode the abulance over to the neurorehab, then noticing I had double vision

3 years since I was rolled along in a wheelchair

3 year since I stood for 10 seconds

3 years since I figured out how to open a damn ketchup packet again

3 years since I scooted myself along in a wheelchair

3 years since I sat at the cafeteria table with neurorehab friends, working together to open a milk carton

3 years since I took my first step in my new life

3 years since I learned how to use a walker

3 years since I walked down a hallway independently

3 years since I left the neurorehab to go home to my husband

3 years since I played around with jewelry and this crazy style called “Steampunk”

3 years since I’ve met so many talented and gifted artists in the Austin & TX community

3 years since I have found such a strong support group of survivors and fighters

3 years since I have made so many and kept so many amazing and supportive friends

3 years since my life before GBS ended

3 years since my new life began

Driving forward to 4 years.

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