Each one of us has a trail of footprints which tells a story of life experiences and each footstep unique to each of us. My footprints leading up to the 2015 OPENS is one that I’d like to share, because as with the stories of others, it may affect or change someone else’s future, possibly with a feeling of hope, inspiration, maybe a helping hand, or just a reminder of how precious life is and that anything is truly possible, if you believe
It was 16 months ago and I woke with a classic sinus headache, the kind I may get one or two times a year, but this was a bit tougher to work through, but kids were waiting at the top of the stairs to see what Santa brought, so I got up and went down stairs to start the day with the hopes the pain would just pass. Within 4 hours it had progressed to a migraine that I wasn’t able to manage to the point I needed to stop by urgent care, because I wasn’t seeing any relief. That’s when things started to change a bit for me. I found myself transported via ambulance to the hospital. I was unable to talk much because of the pain and so sensitive to light and noise that tests were immediately done along with a couple spinal taps. All I knew was I had a bad migraine and wanted someone to help me, but they were focused on more serious things and needed to rule them out. Hours turned into another day there, still the same head pain and no answers. The following day a Neurologist came into my room to inject a medication into my IV, thinking to myself “ok she’s a neurologist, she can help me”. I felt like I was at the mercy of others due to the unbearable pain I was in. Someone else’s footprint then shadowed over mine, which changed my life. I was given a medication that shouldn’t be given to a person with a low blood pressure. It was clear by my medical record, that I was one of those people physically fit having a normally low blood pressure. The medication wasn’t even all into my IV and it put me into a 10 ½ minute seizure, 4 minutes of it that I had to endure still awake. All I could do at this point was the only thing I knew that would save me from the unknown and the unknowable, my inner strength. This was something CrossFit had trained me for every day through sweat and determination at CFF. I had a choice in that very moment to give up or the choice to fight with all the strength I had, for my life. I couldn’t take another minute of what was physically happening to me and couldn’t understand why no one could stop it. So, as some of my CFF family sees me do during a class, I closed my eyes and felt what I do each and every day during my WODs, I went to “<em>that place</em>” I go to. You know that place as CF’s we go to during our toughest moments. That was the only thing I had left. My body stopped seizing 10 ½ minutes later. Next came a fever of 106.2 and my blood pressure plummeted, so immediately to the ICU I went. A few days later came my chest pain but I was told, “Don’t worry honey; you’ve been through a lot”. Come to find out I had severely aspirated from the seizure causing me to have both lunges full of fluid and double pneumonia.