Where it all started

So it started about 7 years ago with back problems just after i had my youngest son ............ you know the normal trapped nerve type thing etc ................... So off i trot to the doctors who prescribe pain killers and anti inflamatories , you know the normal type of thing for a bad back , and after a while everything went back to normal and life carried on ................. except it kept happening getting worse everytime , still the doctor kept giving me pain killers and anti inflamatories.

This happened over the course of about 6 years untill i got to the point where my legs were not working properly , i was walking hunched over as i couldnt move my neck properly for some reason.

As usual i went back to the doctor when it got too much and this paticular time was no different or so i thought.
The doctor this time decides enough is enough (i should think so after 6 years of walking like ive messed myself) and refers me to a specialist ............ so off home i trot with more meds but a bit of hope this time as he has finally agreed something isnt right and needs to be looked at.

A few weeks later there i am sat in a room with an elderly looking man with white hair and glasses , he asks me to get on the bed and then checks my legs looking a tad concerned cos i cant starighten them.
He then goes on to ask questions like do i get tired easily ? do my moods get really low ? do i get hungry ? ...... after answering his questions he says there and then he wants me admitted into hospital (que me starting to panic) but not the normal hospital he wants me in the specialist neurological unit in southampton where they can put me on god knows what to relax my mucles and see exactly whats going on (im now thinking shiiiitttttttttt) he explains he wanted me to have blood tests there and then and says he wants me in hospital for up to 2 weeks (now im really starting to panic) he explains he is sure im B12 deficiant and thats whats causing the leg problems , the tiredness and not being abled to eat etc.

So after that little bomb shell off i trot to have my bloods taken (yipeeeee i just love to have needles stuck in my arms but hey i shouldnt moan cos im about to get very used to it)
So that was that i had to go home sort out care for the kids and wait for the call to tell me when i have to go in and have christ knows what done to me.

A week passes and i get the phone call calling me to what is soon to be my mothership ......... southampton general hospital.