You experience your own Freaky Friday, and switch bodies with someone you love/hate. Tell us what happens.
I had to chose one person and I debated for a while who it would be. Love or hate had no bearing on the decision because I don't think anyone (including me) deserves to live this way. I finally decided that someone I love, who needs to understand that I can be okay would be the “lucky” recipient.
My initial shock at being able to walk and move again would be astounding I'm sure and I can't imagine what it would be like for the pain to be gone, but I would manage. My only reason for switching would have little to do with how I felt and more with what I saw. I would watch him work through the stumbles, bumbles and falls. I would watch him drop things that he was sure he had firmly in his grasp for no explainable reason, and I would watch the bewilderment when he was wrong. The first time all of his muscles knotted up and reduced him to a quivering pile I would want to race over and help him like he does for me, but then I would see the look of comfort when he took care of it himself. I can't imagine that he could learn in a day what has taken me almost eleven years to figure out, but I just want him to see that it's not impossible, and I do try to make things work that may surprise you.
Truthfully I wouldn't switch with anyone, but it's a fun thought.