Fight For Your Dream by Elaine Hazel Sharp

Author:Elaine Hazel Sharp
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alpaca, Cancer, Farming, business, biography, horses, lima, prize
ISBN: 9781785381683
Publisher: Andrews UK
Published: 2015-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

Lockjaw

I’d heard of it, but I didn’t know of anybody who’d experienced it!

Anyway, it didn’t matter now as I could give a first-hand account. As I lay prostrate in the chair I felt as though I was having an out of body experience. I stared skywards. Allowing the scenario to be played out around me, I was conscious but I didn’t feel it. Stuff was happening around me, I could hear it, but in my mind’s eye I’d clocked out.

The edges were becoming blurred. I can remember feeling drunk and dizzy, warm and cosy, but very sleepy yet almost comfortable in my own bubble of existence. I wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep. The past ten months had been incredibly difficult. What must I have done in a former life to deserve this? It must have been a bad thing. I didn’t understand back then, but OCD was raising its ugly head again. It just couldn’t resist the opportunity to hurt me. Oh no, please, go away, please! The next thing I can remember was the pain returning and a crack. I was no longer tired, but the jaw was back in place... or so they all thought. The pain returned with a vengeance.

I must have been in a state of shock, because I can’t really remember getting out of the chair, or even travelling back to Nigel’s mum and dad’s in the car. What I do remember was thinking: this is still not right, it’s not sorted. Nigel had been made aware of the afternoon’s events via mum and a phone call, so that evening he arrived home relatively early. ‘Now then,’ he said, ‘I can’t leave you alone for two minutes, can I?’ I must have had such a vacant expression on my face, because Nigel cupped my face in his hands as he knelt down and said, ‘It’s okay, honey bun, that’s over now.’ My eyes sprung a leak again as tears silently dripped onto my jumper. How could I tell him that I didn’t think that was the case? All I could do was to hope that I was wrong. But I was not wrong.

We arrived home at around 8.15pm. Bassett is only a five minute drive away from Nigel’s mum and dad’s. I’m pretty vague about most of what happened next, but what I do remember is Nigel encouraging me to get undressed and climb into bed.

I felt weird, my mouth and jaw ached terribly, yet I was just wandering around in total oblivion, almost trance-like. Nigel sat me on the edge of the bed, undressed me and got me into my pyjamas. As he pulled the covers back he said gently, ‘Elaine, come on, get in.’

I always know when Nigel is getting cross or frustrated with me, because he uses my ‘Sunday name’: Elaine. This was one of those occasions. He helped me into bed, got undressed and proceeded into the bathroom. I lay in bed, gazing at the bedroom ceiling. Something was happening with my jaw and I couldn’t control it.

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