When I was in the hospital and had very little working from the waist down, Lisa and I kept a constant watch on my toes.
With my feet being the farthest parts from the site of the nerve injury, we looked to my toes as the bellwether for my recovery.
Later, as I got up on my feet and moved around more, we paid less attention to the toes. But...
Just this morning, as I was waking up I realized I could wiggle the big toe of my (mostly paralysed) right foot. What an odd sensation!
Unless you've ever had a paralysed limb, there's really no way to describe this feeling. I guess it's kind of like suddenly realizing you can move small, inconsequential objects by just thinking about them.
Anyway, it was a great feeling although my ability to do it vanished as soon as I sat up on the edge of the bed.
Oh, well. It's an encouraging sign and there's always tomorrow...