Day VI Part 2

Needless to say I was scared out of my mind. But after a while some kind of native survival instinct takes over. So I managed to calm down and call my girlfriend, who was sleeping upstairs. I told her I couldn't stand up. She helped me up. I had all the power in my legs, they had no problem carrying me, like always. It was like they weren't receiving the orders my brain was giving them. I had to pee badly, so the next project was walking to the toilet, which was about 30-40 steps. No big deal normally, but in this case it felt like a never ending road. I, stubborn as I am, insisted I was doing this alone. My girlfriend being 40 pounds lighter than me was not going to catch me when I fell anyway.

So I carefully plotted out my route to the toilet, planning a way where I could grab on to something every few steps if I needed to. And I needed to.

Imagine yourself walking. What you basically do is throw your upper body forward and then the leg whose turn it is to step forward. You might not realize this, but I do now! Now imagine that you do this, but your leg is responding slower than you're used to. This results in a walking style that is best described as constantly falling but only just catching yourself with your legs. It was insane and the most scary thing I had ever experienced. Yet.

Every time I met a checkpoint so to speak, I held on to it like it was my first born, gathered the nerves to make the next part and then went on. I could feel my legs, I could feel they had strength, but they also felt weak. And somehow I couldn't make them do what I wanted. They were walking out of reflex, because they were used to, but they didn't do as instructed. I speak of 'they' because they really felt like a foreign object at that moment.

But I finally reached the toilet, which felt like it should have been rewarded with a medal at that moment. I started peeing. Thank heavens, at least that part still works and feels the same. 

OK well, driving is probably not a good idea right now, since walking is already a problem. So I'm going to call in sick and do the blood work on Monday. I was positive that all the stress of the past days and the fear had some kind of influence on this whole situation.