If You Can Count To Three, You Can Do Anything.

My own scream filled my humble home, and my ragged breaths of agony filled the silence left in its wake.

The cats fled, terrified.

Except for my little deaf boy.

He’d woken up, feeling the vibration of the scream as it had torn through the air, and now watched me, eyes alert.

I tried again, screamed again, and couldn’t even sob because the pain of that just led to more screams.

It had never crossed my mind that one could be paralyzed by pain, and yet here I was.

Another life lesson, and definitely not one of my favourites.

It would come to light that I’d slipped a disc in my neck, trapping nerves, paralyzing the right side of my body, and the slightest movement … well, that pain was told in my screams.

I wasn’t joking when I said my home was humble — my kitchen unit was only ten steps from my bed.

And I had to get to it.

I lived alone, and my cats needed feeding.

With every step, I wasn’t sure if the pain was going to steal away my consciousness, if I might pass out and awake, hopefully with no further injuries, on my bare, sealed concrete floor.