This post is going to get a bit medical so if that does not float your boat then don’t feel you have to read just because you normally follow my blog. I just want to write about it for the record and for that handful of people in the world that need to know this stuff for their own personal reasons.
Background
Ok so in 1991 when I was 14 years old I was a dumb dumb who got into the car of my boyfriend (along with my best friend and her boyfriend) even though I was forbidden to by my mum, and lo and behold the dummy loses control of it and slams it into a telegraph pole.
It was back before all cars had retractable seatbelts in the back (girls in back, boys in front apparently) and my adjustable seatbelt wasn’t adjusted to be tight for me. So it fell down my shoulder in the crash and flicked forward in a way that gave me a bunch of crazy injuries including a fracture of the T12/L1 vertebrae in my spine. As my internal injuries were of more pressing importance my back was basically left alone to heal on its own. I was just had to lay flat on my back and not move which was pretty easy in the early days as I was quite out of it. Continue reading
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