Physiotherapy played a huge part in getting me up and walking again, but I knew that part of it came from within myself too. I used to find it so so frustrating that I wasn’t able to get up and even just walk across to the other side of the room to get something. It was literally as if I was tied to the sofa and I almost felt as if I was an old woman, bed bound.
I hated not being able to move, I remember waking up in the morning in my Mum’s room. I could hear the commotion downstairs of my Mum getting my brother ready for school, I wanted to be down there with them but instead I was tied to the bed, waiting for my Mum to come and get me. Opposite my bed there was this picture, I grew to hate this picture and I still do as it reminds me of these times. I studied every inch of that picture, just too make time go faster, as sitting doing nothing was pretty boring.
The next morning I explained my plan to Mum. At first she was a bit apprehensive and was worried that I’d fall in the night and that she wouldn’t know anything about it. I said that I would show her that I could do it there and then, which I did, but Mum was still worried, so she said that I could do it, but I would still have to wake her up so that she would be aware if I did fall.
After about a week of showing Mum that I was able to do it by myself, she finally agreed that I wouldn’t have to wake her up and I was so pleased that I wouldn’t have to wake her. Although I’m sure that sometimes she naturally woke up whenever I did and she still watched me, just to make sure!