The rest of my day was spend crying in pain, trying to crawl to food, meds, and God knows what. I often get only a few feet before I completely shut down in pain and my tremors begin. I hit my head several times today and am still fighting a headache. If Sam is home, he holds my head to keep me from concussing. Once the tremors end, he dead-lifts me back to my bed. (I mean, really, the man deserves a gold medal.) There is evidence of tremors in my evening nap in the form of sore arms, like I did curling exercises, and a neck that feels like I was in a mild car crash. Most of my day can not be remembered, only pieced together by new bruises and muscle pain.
And with that I can feel my mind melting again. I need to go to bed. With any hope, tomorrow I will be slightly functional and suffer less pain. Thanks so much to all those who have been spreading the word and helping with the fundraising. I wish I could express just how much it means to me that you all are helping me fight for my life. Good night, All!