I remember waking up at 4 or 5 crying because I knew I was going to the hospital.
The next morning, I couldn't walk and, indeed, I went to the Children's Hospital in Evansville, Indiana.
I can remember bits and pieces of my hospital stay - having bad dreams about running when I couldn't move my legs, and a doctor in a turban-type hat). I remember a test of needles in my head afterwards.
I did recover and after physical therapy that I also remember little about, it was over - or so I thought.