She Told Me To “Walk It Off” After My Fall—Then The MRI Revealed Why It Was No Accident

world, a landscape of beige walls and fluorescent lights and the constant beeping of monitors. My days were measured in pain medication doses, vital sign checks, and visits from an endless parade of specialists.

Physical therapy started on day three. Laura, my physical therapist, was a saint with forearms of steel and a no-nonsense attitude that I grew continue reading …