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.