Nobody Told Me
By Marion Hatten

Nobody told me I would feel like this.

Nobody told me I would cry every time my husband and I make love.

Nobody told me I wouldn't be able to concentrate or think about other things.

Nobody told me I would have to juggle working with all my doctor appointments.

Nobody told me maybe you should have bladder and bowel therapy.

Nobody told me that I would get jolted by the cattle prod every now and then.

Nobody told me that I would need to wear a diaper.

Nobody told me to keep a spare change of clothes at work because of "accidents".

Nobody told me I would still have a small centrally herniated disc after surgery.

Nobody told me that whatever recovery you make could take years.

Nobody told me I would have to smile and act like things are okay.

Nobody told me that my toes would curl under.

Nobody told me that the skin on the heel of my foot would start to breakdown.

Nobody told me that I would be constipated for the duration.

Nobody told me I would get cramps in my legs.

Nobody told me I wouldn't be able to cough, sneeze or laugh for fear of spilling out all over myself.

Nobody told me I would have a limp.

Nobody told me I would have to do my own research.

Nobody told me you will need counseling to help deal with all of this.

Nobody told me about CES.