It's like it's all starting over.

So last night (8 hours after getting home from the hospital) I was heading to bed and took a step and UP MY FOOT WENT! Yes, the foot that had died a month ago (first one to go paralyzed). It didn't go up very far though and the toes were still refusing to budge but it was still better than it had been.

I was so excited that I called up my friend Briana and left a message on her phone about it. I mean, come on. Parents get excited when babies take their first steps. Why shouldn't I?

Today I woke up and both feet started to work. I was even more excited. I still couldn't move those damn toes but why swet the petty things? But as the day progressed they moved less and less. Thinking they would get better during the day, I left my cane at home and went to the childrens festival to get my friends face painted (don't ask) and by the time we went home I was starting to stumble on the bricks that make up the walkway at the festival.

After getting home I went to sleep for another 4 hours (as extreme fatique is one of my symptoms) and upon waking I found that they are both paralyzed again. Infact, my left foot (the one that's only been paralyzed for a week) moves less than it did yesterday morning.

WHAT IS THE DEAL!?!?! Now I can't even get excited when it starts moving again. But this is good proof that it's not permanent so I guess I should look up a little.