December brought new challenges. The chiropractic treatment was not working. My episodes were growing more frequent. In the week between Christmas and New Years, I had 10 separate episodes, and a few were stacked onto the same day. People were stepping over me at home, and at work, "Let me know if I can do anything." My floor laying had become commonplace.
I had one episode at the local department store. My husband guided my exaggerated moon-walking-gait to the car. I reclined my seat back and closed my eyes. In 15 minutes we were home, but I was unable to stand for another 15 minutes.
I thought about returning to the ENT for an MRI referral, but waited for the new calendar year in order to begin stacking bills against my high medical deductible.
I had hit rock bottom.
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