My Husband Insisted I Host His Friends While I Was Recovering in a Neck Brace, Until His Mother Walked Through the Door
What happened next is a blur.
I do not remember the moment itself. I remember the sudden jolt. I remember my head snapping sideways. I remember pain exploding from the base of my skull down through my shoulder, sharp enough to take my breath away.
Emma screamed. Horns sounded. I could not even turn my head toward my daughter without feeling like something might give.
At the hospital, doctors ran tests and scans. I lay there strapped to a board while Jake paced and texted, telling his friends we had been in a “minor incident.”
The doctor did not see it that way.
He explained I had a serious cervical strain with nerve involvement. I was told no lifting, no bending, no twisting. I would need a neck brace and weeks of rest. Possibly longer.
