I thought a miracle had happened on Saturday evening. It wasn't until I had walked from the lounge to the kitchen that I suddenly realised for the first time in 2 years I had walked normally, not limping or scuffling along at snails pace, but proper walking. I was alone so just kept saying out loud I've got my legs back, wanting to cry with the relief of being able to walk. I walked up the stairs like a normal person, again for the first time in 2 years. I sat on my bed for a few minutes, unbelievably happy. Then I stood up and I'd got my bad legs back. How could it tease me so, letting me think that I was ok and then coming back with a vengeance. At least for that 5 - 10 minutes I remembered the old me.
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