After I made a similar journey to get back to the couch and I was finally sitting down again, I can't tell you what goes through your mind. "What is this?", "Will this become worse?", "Am I dying?" I decided to rest a lot in the following weekend and then if it wasn't any better on Monday, I would go back to the doctor.
Meanwhile, you just can not accept the situation. It also doesn't help that as long as I was sitting down, I didn't feel the weakness in my legs. So every other few minutes, I tried to stand up again, only to realize that I really couldn't. Once I did stand up (with help or by literally lifting myself) I could remain standing pretty well, but getting up was the problem.
My mother in law came by and she suggested to put a couple of pillows on the couch, to make it higher and hence make the step up a shorter distance. This proved to be a golden idea because that made it possible again for me to stand up by myself, leaning on the table. It didn't go easy, but I could get up.
All day long I kept standing up, shuffle to the garden and back, the toilet, just trying to walk normally again. But it only started to get worse. This was also the case with the pins and needles, which I didn't even really notice because my mind was still trying to grasp what was happening with my legs.
I slept on the couch again that Friday night.
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