Week of January 27. I guess because I was pretty low in weight I became sensitive to sugar and I think I became hypoglycemic. I was unable to eat: sugar, bread, pasta, white rice, and a big one was anything with mayonaise. If I did, I would get dizzy, shake more, and vomit. However, if I didn't eat something every two hours or less, I would also vomit. It was like torture. My mom told me to eat raw spinach and use cinnamon to regulate my blood sugar. I took cinnamon suspended in honey and I remember it working instantly. Then I would eat a bowl of spinach, leaf by leaf, and feel great! I could not be without a bowl of spinach by my bed for a couple of weeks. Mike's dad would always keep a fresh bowl by my bed, because it was the only thing I was sure I could eat. I woke up every couple of hours at night and ate some before I had a vegan bar to keep me from getting sick.

I think I got down to about 80 pounds within a few weeks from the constant vomitting and shaking. I remember bending my leg up and just seeing a bone with flesh hanging there. When I got dressed to go to the chiropractor, my old tight workout pants were hanging on me.

From my notes, it looks like I was able to sit up in a chair for a bit this week, and was able to walk into the chiropractor's while holding onto someone. At this point, there were up and down days. A good day was usually followed by a bad day, especially if I tried to do a lot on the good day. Outside of not being able to walk or have control of my hands, the worst part was the hypoglycemia. It seems like it was always lingering and slowing down my healing from OMS. But maybe it is an actual part of OMS. Dr. Ray adjusted my T6 to enable me to eat better and lose the nausea. I was always able to eat more right after a visit to his office. Laying down so much would make my back start to hurt and the nausea return.

It looks like I tried to write something on February 1. It is completely illegible.

Week of February 3. At this point, I'm starting to have better motor skills. I can feed myself with my hands and do a sloppy job of brushing my teeth. I can sit up for long periods as long as I have a full back and neck support. Because of this, I can't crawl. (Believe me, crawling would have been a blessing after being in bed as long as I had been.)

I don't know what kind of exercises to do, so I start sitting up at the side of the bed for several seconds without any support but my two arms. I can do this a few times and I'm exhausted. I can move myself from the bed to a chair or wheelchair myself. However, I can't sit in the wheelchair very long because there isn't any neck support.

I don't know the time frame, but throughout this first month I am feeling strange buzzing sensations from the back of my head, like my brain is trying to fix parts of my body. It doesn't sound like it makes sense, but there would be these shooting sensations from the back of my head to my hands and down my back. Its a good feeling, but I'm impatient for things to happen faster. I want to pick up my baby on my own and go walking with my older son.

Week of February 10. I have had OMS for one month. I really thought that I would be done with this within 3 weeks, which was what the neurologist said would be the minimum length of the symptoms. I still cannot walk on my own two feet. However, this week I start to use a walker for short walks. I can also use the wall for support and walk that way for a bit. Below is some video of me using a walker and using a chair to move my body around. February 17-18.

January 15. Dates get kind of blurry from here, but during this time I remember family coming and going. Quincy and Mike were there full-time taking care of me and the kids for the first week. Quincy adjusted me a couple of times a day.

At this point, I think I was at my worst. I was unable to roll over, sit up, walk or use any motor skills. My body shook non-stop and I drenched my clothes with sweat from the constant shaking. My eyes could not focus on anything. When I talked I sounded like I was out of breath and about to cry. My hearing had gotten really good, and I recognized people from their shape. I know I was slowly able to eat again, but had to be fed, since my hands didn't work.

Quincy adjusted me a couple times a day, but decided to find me a good chiropractor since he and my dad couldn't be there all the time. He took me in to Dr. Ray's office. I had to be carried and held on the table to keep from falling off. The first day, I remember being there for 2 to 3 hours. Dr. Ray adjusted me, iced my neck, and checked me every half hour. He said that he had a case very similar to mine several years ago. I was so excited and full of questions since apparently this only hits one in ten million people. I can't remember if I asked anything. Quincy did most of the talking.

The adjustments that first day made a big difference. Although I was continuing to shake, I felt much more relaxed in my head, which seemed to be ready to explode since I got OMS. It could have been partly due to the soothing demeanor of Dr. Ray and his cozy office, but the adjustments made whatever was locked up in my brain flow through my body. He scheduled me to come in 2 or 3 times a week after that first visit. I would have to be carried in and out for the first two weeks.

The week of January 20th I think Mike's parents arrived and Quincy and Claudia left. Mike's mom was cooking all the meals, cleaning, and waking up at night to give the baby bottles. I was so upset with myself for not being able to do anything yet. She was working too hard doing my job. Getting upset made my symptoms worse. My appetite was coming back stronger. Probably due to all the good cooking that I didn't have to do. Mike's mom left after a week to go back to work, but Mike's dad stayed and helped. Kaizen really enjoyed that and latched onto Grandpop during that crazy time.

My mom arrived a little before the last week in January. The start of the third week of OMS. She took over where Mike's mom left off, and was also constantly massaging my feet. That felt good. Here are two videos she took of me at the time. One was me trying to roll over and the other is of me trying to drink water without assistance.

My appetite was really taking off, and it felt good to eat ice cream every night. One night I ate cake with ice cream before I bathed and couldn't understand why I was flopping around like a fish on land in the tub. That was the end of sugar for me, and the beginning of a very painful phase of OMS.