One morning I woke up. I couldn't move. I could not feel anything. My head hurt. That was the only sensation I felt, until... I tried to move. The pain! It was beyond namable. The pain started in my stomach then shot through my back and added to the throbbing in my hammering head. When the initial shock and pain subdued to a more manageable stabbing throb, I tried to holler but I was left breathless, and I wasn't even able to cry out when the jolt of pain hit me. I laid there, waiting. I couldn't move, I didn't want to risk that pain again. After what seemed like hours of strained breath, a hammering head, and the fear of moving; my mom came in.
My mom's first reaction, "Oh get up, you're going to school." She came in a second time mad, that I hadn't moved. I was close to tears, I couldn't say anything more than a moan and a faint whisper and on top of that I was in such pain that I couldn't even tell my mother! When my mom realized I was in pain, she tried to set me up.
With what seemed like hours, I accomplished standing but I was bent almost completely over, nauseated and light headed. After half the day my mom gets my into the truck and takes me to my chiropractor. He couldn't find anything wrong. Except I couldn't stand up straight and just breathing took a lot of effort. He tried several muscle relaxants and could get me to unfold just a little bit but only if I was on my side.
The next place my mom took me to was the doctor. After a couple of examinations my mom and I were told that I was pregnant.