Little by little.
It’s strange really how I’ve become accustomed to the improvements I’m making, during the first three or four months I’d have lengthy periods of good days, sometimes as many as 10 or 12 but as sure as night follows day there’d be a bad day, a day that I knew the horrible weakness would be constant.
I’ve said before that as I became more aware of the pattern I’d just go to bed after lunch knowing the good cycle would start again the next day. Good for me was being able to get up and negotiate my way to the loo and back twenty times without falling, so in my book that was good.
I’m in the middle, almost, of my seventh month and it’s normal for me to feel good all day, I still get the weakness around 12.30, go rest in bed for a few hours then back up for a few more. Becoming almost blase` about the improvements can be quite dangerous in that I’d feel confident and try to move as if I’m healthy and not take the necessary precautions.
That happened on Monday evening I was going to lock the front door on my way to bed, I was shuffling along with my walker, trying to move quicker, my left foot didn’t move, I tried to make an adjustment, over compensated and started to fall backwards. A million things rushed through my head as I knew what was about to happen was going to cause serious problems, during a 15 second period that felt like an hour I somehow prevented what would have been a catastrophe, I lost a nail or two grasping the nearest wall and door frame but I didn’t fall. Lesson: don’t overestimate the improvements, don’t take it for granted and be patient, it’s happening little by little.