I had no results and decided it was time to go back to the hospital. Arriving at the hospital unable to move, I saw the same ER doctor from the previous day and he was obviously puzzled. My husband and I joked about the situation, as it was too absurd to comprehend. My family practice doctor arrived at the hospital and took over my care. We are a military family and were stationed in Fairbanks, Alaska at the time.
Medical care works very differently in the military and in Alaska.
They transported me, along with my doctor, by ambulance to the local civilian hospital for a MRI and to see the neurologist. They determined that it was not a tumor, which never entered my mind as a possibility. I assumed it was Multiple Sclerosis, but had no previous experiences to establish that diagnosis. For several days I was a puzzle to the doctors. The nurses made an ink mark on my chest to make sure that the paralysis did not move upward and interfere with my breathing.