When you think about someone in a coma you probably imagine someone who looks very serene and peaceful. My coma was the opposite. I would randomly sit up straight like the exorcist, spin around on the spot, fall off the bed, basically I couldn’t stop moving. Something happened when my brain was starved of oxygen, something very rare, its called myclonic movement disorder and it is a killer. Its so rare the doctor had only ever seen the condition twice and it is always in people with severe brain injuries. Not stopping moving caused many injuries and complications, I was tube fed, tied to the bed, broken ankles. Not many people survive MMD but for some fucking reason I dodged death again. The thing is MMD doesn’t go away when you wake up its something I have to live with for the rest of my life, controlling it best I can with medication. I have this deep rooted fear underneath all this dark humour that my body might just spasm itself to death. Right now the meds are working, Im not sure why I survived this but I want to give a shout out to anyone who has experienced this awful condition and hope that no one I love ever has to go through this.
Christy
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