He turned to me and asked me to wiggle my fingers. At this point, I knew I'd been acting like a drama queen. But it was so scary. So once I explained more conservatively I COULD move, just not my neck, he helped me sit up and assess the situation.
"You must have slept funny"
Slept funny? How can I wake up paralysed from funny sleep? Something was wrong, really wrong. I rang my boss and told him I couldn't move and probably wouldn't make my shift in 6hours, just a heads up.
I started to call my mum to ask weather I go to the chiropractor, or just straight to the ER. James suggested I wait a little and see if I start to feel better before I call my mother and send her into a panic.
Clearly James had no idea how serious this situation was, I was paralysed. Well, I couldn't move my neck. To one side.
To keep my boy happy looking after his crippled girlfriend, we ordered pizza from bed (I love dominos.com) and watched a horror movie.
By the end of our Keanu Reeves treat, I was getting bored and figured I'd give getting dressed a go. Did that, so decided I'd go into work after all.
Two hours later, my neck was fine.
I still think we should have called the ambulance. I mean, I do pay $60 per annum for membership.
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