You've heard me say a million times I have Osteogenesis Imperfecta Type I
(the brittle bones disease)
Rare genetic and past down from mother to child. One other massive reason I am not sure I should have a little Omen of my own. If I ever did, the guy would have to be a God with perfect genetics for the kid to not end up with the O.I. or you know Demon.
What you might not know, as I can not remember if I ever talked about it, is that when I was 10 years old, I had a horrible slip and fall. I ended up with both a broken leg and 3 crushed vertebra in my lower back. Oh joy oh bliss. They told me I'd be in a wheelchair my whole life. I spent one summer in it and proved them wrong.
When I was 22, I re-injured my back when I worked at the library. Hint- books when in a large storage bin are heavier then you think never try to lift them on your own- and I ended up with two of the discs compounded between the crushed vertebra. I ended up again with a bad fall because of the back injury breaking my leg again, needing surgery. Once again they told me I would be in a wheelchair for life.
I proved them wrong, I did use a cane for the next 10 years.
Okay, here we are now at age 36 and for the last 2 months I have no idea what the issue is this time, as I have not done anything. But, I can not stand up proper, I can not even carry a purse, I can not carry a bag of groceries at the moment. So I went to the doctor today and he says "Fractures"
So it seems I'm going for x-rays and ultrasounds in the next little while to find out if indeed I have fractures in my lower back and thighs.
What lesson does the universe want me to learn this time? When I was 10, the lesson was independence. At age 22 it was faith in myself. Now at 36... I have no idea. I just know right now sitting at this computer is torture. In five minutes getting up from this chair will be torture and most likely have me crying from the pain. I know that the painkillers are not working, and I am at the point where I am taking four Tylenol 3's and two muscle relaxers at a time and they are doing nothing. I know that it will more then likely take me an hour to do the 5 mugs and 3 bowls I have in my sink for dishes because I can not stand up for more then two minutes at a time.
I know something else too, I will not under any terms end up in a wheelchair. I refuse to.
