At this time last year, it was just beginning to dawn on me that I was disabled. I could not remember much about the past winter, especially Christmas of 2009, and I was frantically trying to get a grasp of my situation.
Now I do know that I did NOT have an exasperation. The MRI showed no new damage.
What I did, and still do, have is a worsening of the symptoms. I am now more tired than ever, although I am working out as much as possible. I walk with my daughter on the sidewalks near home, and every week I take her and the two dachshunds to the river for a leash-less visit.
Most of the feeling is back in my hands and legs, but heaviness is the rule, and not the exception. I sleep eight hours a night and two more at noon.
I am taking very good care of myself, and am being treated for depression. I know me: I will adjust and I will come back.
But I cannot yet predict a return to work.