Day I

With my immune system getting a little less good than I was used to, I also slowly got rid of the hypochondria. I still had those fears, but I managed to keep them under control. Even when my heart skipped a beat (or 50), I managed to not panic. So at least something good came from it.

Sunday, August 21st 2016. My brother had just bought a new house and there was a lot of stuff like wood, curtains etc. still on the attic. He asked me if I could help him move it from there. As I have a fear of heights, he was on the attic (which you had to climb on/in) and handed me the stuff, so I lifted quite some weight that day. You can understand that after a day of doing that I was quite exhausted when I finally came home that Sunday.

I sat down behind my computer to make some music, at around 9pm. This is when I first noticed that my hands were tingling. It kind of felt like that feeling we all know when your hand is sleeping, but also not quite. It felt different. Also, it was both my hands, which I found interesting, but not yet alarming.

Then about an hour later, my feet started tingling as well. When you read about GBS, you will find the phrase 'Pins and needles (p&n)' a lot. All though this doesn't describe the actual feeling accurately, it's the closest you get because there simply are no words to describe exactly what you feel (or rather do not feel).

This is an example of where me being a walking medical database had an influence.

So now both my hands and both my feet were experiencing pins and needles. Had this happened 10 years prior, I immediately would have thought that I had something like a tumor or anything else that was terrible. Because the last couple of years I managed to get this under control I simply figured; Look, I lifted a great deal of heavy things from over my head, two flights of stairs down. I probably bruised something in my neck or back, it made perfect sense, I mean the timing was perfect, in a bad way, because I had an explanation. But no.