Of all the places that my already hurting body could have taken the impact, wouldn’t you know, it had to be the exact spot right between the shoulder blades where I was already in terrible pain. I finally stopped on the stair landing flat on my back. I was numb all over and I couldn’t get up. The pain in my back was so intense, all I remember asking for was a pillow to prop up my back as I finally pulled myself up to a sitting position. I don’t remember screaming or anything but I do remember hearing Melanie running and yelling, “What happened, what happened?” My sympathetic, second born rounded the corner at the top of the staircase and burst into laughter when he saw me laying there. (For some reason that’s the usual response I get when I hurt myself.) Things began to go downhill from there. I couldn’t sleep because of the pain in my back. I found myself taking really hot showers at 2 and 3 in the morning because it seemed to bring a little relief. The swelling in my lower body kept increasing and had become what is called, “pitting edema”. Pitting edema is when you can take your finger and press it into the skin and the indention stays there when you remove your finger. A couple of more weeks had passed and I had gained a total of 60 pounds in water in the lower half of my body. I had no idea what was going on… On Thursday, August 5, 2010, we were on the way to see the chiropractor and Melanie said, “That’s it! I’m taking you to the emergency room!” I knew deep in my heart that all the things I had been believing God for, concerning my body, was about to take a drastic change…but I was needing answers. The next several blogs will be a little graphic but I’ll be using medical terms to describe what was happening to me and the worse thing about it, is that I had no idea it had gotten this bad. Stage 3?….