The nice thing about Facial Paralysis is that it makes everything else seem peachy.
Shoot, it's raining and I don't have a coat? Well, it's not facial paralysis!
Little girl at the kindergarten peed while sitting on my lap? At least I can move my face!
Diarrhea for the seventh day in a row? Not facial paralysis!
Stranger touches me in the street? At least I can feel touch!
When in a small town near Cusco called Ollantetambo, the day before my group and I were going to go visit the amazing Macchu Pichu, I got hit with food poisoning, bad. Really. Bad.
Can I stress how bad it was?
Within an hour I was puking, pooping, and trembling, with feverish shakes.
Within two hours I was having a hard time breathing. Trying to stay calm, I sat up from my fetal position. Soon my hands looked like crab claws, cramped and unable to move. My feet went next, then legs. Soon my abdomen was tingling with loss of feeling.
And last, but not least, I couldn't feel my face. By the time my director arrived, I couldn't even say "I can't breath" because my mouth was fixated in a frozen kissy lip fish face, tongue stuck.
My poor friend Anya, had the pleasure of watching the whole thing occur, while also sick herself.
"Maddie, you're going to be fine," she said, looking me right in my eyes that were screaming, "I think I'm going to die."
Two days later, I climbed a mountain. Five other people got the food poisoning and one other the same visit to Happy Time with Facial Paralysis!
Thanks to facial paralysis though, everything in life seems so, so good.
Thanks, frozen face disease!