On Sunday afternoon, I got out of the car with normal (bit numb, bit stiff but nothing dramatic) legs.
I stood up and my legs started to go stiff. At this point I thought it would be a good idea to sit on the ground.
Didn't want to fall over. I thought maybe I could drag myself to my emergency wheelie-walker.
Made the mistake of lying on my side, made it to the wall of the house, sitting my with legs stuck out in the garden bed.
And that was it; I couldn't move my legs. Nothing would bend.
Like two very heavy tree-trunks. Peed my pants.
Fortunately, I had my phone in my pocket. Rang the ambulance, explained the problem.
Two great big ambulance men arrived. They may have thought I was drunk. "We're going to try to stand you up"
"Good luck with that," I said. It was quite terrifying. I couldn't feel or move my legs at all. They couldn't bend my legs, either.
Anyhoo, went to hospital, lay flat (obviously) on the stretcher, drank a lot of cold water, cooled down, and miraculously two hours later, I had recovered.
Walked out with my wheelie-walker. Back to "normal".
So it was a pseudo-exacerbation, brought on by a three-hour afternoon tea with five shouting people in a hot room.
Scary stuff, but all's well that ends well.
I stood up and my legs started to go stiff. At this point I thought it would be a good idea to sit on the ground.
Didn't want to fall over. I thought maybe I could drag myself to my emergency wheelie-walker.
Made the mistake of lying on my side, made it to the wall of the house, sitting my with legs stuck out in the garden bed.
And that was it; I couldn't move my legs. Nothing would bend.
Like two very heavy tree-trunks. Peed my pants.
Fortunately, I had my phone in my pocket. Rang the ambulance, explained the problem.
Two great big ambulance men arrived. They may have thought I was drunk. "We're going to try to stand you up"
"Good luck with that," I said. It was quite terrifying. I couldn't feel or move my legs at all. They couldn't bend my legs, either.
Anyhoo, went to hospital, lay flat (obviously) on the stretcher, drank a lot of cold water, cooled down, and miraculously two hours later, I had recovered.
Walked out with my wheelie-walker. Back to "normal".
So it was a pseudo-exacerbation, brought on by a three-hour afternoon tea with five shouting people in a hot room.
Scary stuff, but all's well that ends well.
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