{"id":456,"date":"2020-10-14T09:11:15","date_gmt":"2020-10-14T09:11:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/marshallbrain.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=456"},"modified":"2020-10-14T09:11:15","modified_gmt":"2020-10-14T09:11:15","slug":"discard2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/marshallbrain.com\/discard2","title":{"rendered":"The Day You Discard Your Body Chapter 2 – Your fragile body"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
by\u00a0Marshall Brain<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n If you think about the plight of Christopher Reeve, you can see one reason why you will one day be so happy to discard your body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The story of Christopher Reeve is very simple. He fell off a horse and broke his neck. In the process he became a quadriplegic. This account describes his situation:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Waking up isn’t as tough as it used to be. For years after the accident, Christopher Reeve’s eyes would snap open at six and, in the morning stillness, with Dana Morosini, his wife, still asleep at his side, he’d have to run through it all again in his head. In his dreams, he was never paralysed – he’d be skiing and horseriding and sailing, like before – so it took a daily effort of will, there in the silence, to drag himself back to the reality that he couldn’t move his body below the neck, or even feel it.<\/p> These days, he often doesn’t wake until the alarm goes off at eight, and then it’s straight into his morning routine: he takes a bucketful of vitamins, and then his nurse and a helper flex his legs and arms for at least an hour, keeping them supple and helping to stop them leaping about in uncontrollable spasms. They tape electrodes to his limbs and stimulate his muscles for another hour – he tries to eat breakfast at the same time – and then they wash and dress him and lift him into his wheelchair, strapping his arms down to the arm-rests and adjusting the padded support which cradles his head and neck. They connect a pipe to his throat and hook it up to a ventilator, and they attach a valve that collects his urine in a tube concealed in his right trouser-leg. By this point, it’s usually getting on for noon. [ref<\/a>]<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n