I just found this forum today and I'm certainly glad I did.
I am 44 yrs young. 16 months ago a young man decided that texting/talking on his phone was more important than watching where he was driving on not running through a stop sign. He t-boned my car and here I am.
I had my first back surgery and thought all was well was feeling better and stronger, then I noticed my leg was starting to go numb and the end result of that is the left leg and foot basically have no feeling in them. The 2nd surgery was a trial run for the spinal stimulator because the nerve roots in my spine are damaged and there is no fixing them. The trial went well so on to surgery number 3 implanted the perm implant. Life was pretty good, it was helping, but the surgery was really hard on me, the recovery was horrid. Around week 7 I started thinking I was on the downhill run and then I got what I thought was the flu. Spiking fevers, chills, didn't want to eat. The incision on my upper back grew to the size of a softball in a matter of hours and the incision on my lower back ripped open and started draining all kinds of grossness. Trip to ER to find out I had a very serious infection. Transported to the city to have the implant removed because I had a staph/strep infection all around my spine, so that was surgery 4.
I'm frustrated because I'm no longer the manager of the 4 retail stores I used to work for, I can't play with my grand baby like I want to. I fight with feelings of being useless. I don't know what the direction is that God has for my life and right now my top priority seems to be to just make it through a day.
I received the paperwork from my PM doctor on Saturday. Lifetime restrictions: no bending, leaning, stretching, reaching, don't sit for more than 30 minutes and don't stand for more than an hour. I now sport disabled license plates on my car and know that I never get to go back to work again.
I'm happy to have found this site where others can relate to what I"m going through and where I have already read some very uplifting stories. I look forward to reading many more both uplifting stores and sad stories and becoming a part of this forum.
I'm the meantime, I am putting on my smile and being grateful that each morning when I wake up God allows me to stand up on my own two feet and walk to my recliner.