The next time I woke up, I felt a lot better than I didn’t before. The pain wasn’t better but my muscles felt like they could at least move if I begged them. Throwing the blankets off me, I slowly sat up and moved my legs to hang off the side of the bed. The floor was cold but it felt good against my bare feet. Standing up was a venture but I was finally able to put enough weight on my left leg to not wobble. Rolling my shoulders, they crackled but loosened. My body was going down hill ...