I could run.

I've had an eventful day, not that anyone watching would agree. I walked! I was able to lift my feet properly for 2 hours today. They still felt heavy but dammit they moved. I was uber giddy. Well, until it stopped. But it goes to support my jackass doctors diagnosis that it's post tramatic. The exact moment that my feet started working was the exact moment that I convinced my sister to put in her 2 weeks notice to leave the job she absolutely hates. So either that put my mind at ease for a short time or it was a major coincidence. Don't get me wrong though. I still hate my neurologist.

I ran today though for the first time in months. A very very very good and stupid run with my arms and legs flailing about. I do feel bad for my dad though. He thinks a lot of what's goin' on in my head is his fault (which is possibly true) and he wants me to just yell at him or even hit him but I won't. It's his wifes fault. I mean if someone put me in a room with a mad gunner and I get shot, it's not the person who locked me ins fault. It's the guy with the gun! So yes, my dad married her. But she's the one that beat on me. Ah well. I ran today so I'm happy.