Today I saw my GP for the first time since getting better. I was a bit nervous about going: would the receptionist recognise me, how would I explain to my GP what had happened etc. What I didn't anticipate was the surreal feeling of being a giant.
Every other time I've been there I've been in a wheelchair. This time I was walking, so was considerably taller. I felt absolutely huge. I even found myself walking gingerly, subconsciously expecting to accidentally trample small people or something! It was so odd being at such a different height in relation to so many familiar things...
(And, in terms of the actual visit, the GP was very relaxed about my situation. She wants me to take things slow, not push myself too much and allow myself time/space to enjoy my new abilities :-) She doesn't think I acutely need physio intervention in terms of my gait, but she will make contact with the DHB physios and see what happens. She's comfortable with the medications/supplements I've taken myself off and is OK with me gradually coming off more over time.)
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