Well, not overly medical. Just lots of fingers being stuck up arses - most particularly mine.
1. Can you feel that? Yes. Can you clench down? Yes. Good.
2. Can you feel that? Yes. Can you clench down? Yes - ish. Good.
3. Can you feel that? Yes. Can you clench down? Yes. Not really. Right.
4. Can you feel me if I touch here on your foot? Leg? Knee? Sort of....
No, you haven't moved to a Fifty Shades of Grey blog - we're still on paralysis and other nasty shit.
A lovely lady from the spinal unit came along and they decided to get me up and try to see if I could "have a little walk" i.e. even support myself.
Pissed Bambi on ice wasn't even playing in the same league. I was all over the place with no control. I was pretty much paralysed from the torso down.
This was not turning into my ideal Saturday.
I'd had plans to get legless that night.
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