Yeah, trick question...
It was yet another day of not knowing how to operate my legs when I woke up. No biggie, that happens 3-4 days per week. Still made it to the bathroom and back. Still got dressed. Still made it down the stairs. Got the dogs fed and let them out. Packed my lunch, got both dogs settled in for their day, got out to the garage -- legs still not obeying commands.
So, what to do? Well, duh, drive to work. And I did. I had to manually operate the right leg a few times to get the gas pedal to react, but I did, whatever. Got to the parking lot at work. Could not for the life of me figure out how to get my legs out of the Jeep on their own, so the arms had to lift them, okay. Walked over the icy patches of the lot, still confused about what commands would make the legs function, sure.
Did any of the kids notice how much of the day was spent leaning on things while I walked around the classroom? I don't think so. One coworker gave a quick reaction to the way that I lifted myself down to the chair at a meeting, but I guess it wasn't even enough of a concern to ask how I was doing.
Only had to lift the right leg into the Jeep; the left one was doing it all by itself! Woo-hoo! And the right one was cool with driving. Resisted the temptation to lift it out when I was safely parked in the garage, made that bad boy lift itself, and the second try worked.
An entire work day with the legs not working properly, and no one noticed, other than possibly the one coworker? I must gots mad skillz...
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