Why does gravity have a habit of pulling me down, just when I’m starting to feel more positive about my condition? There have been a couple of instances recently, when I have been brought back down to earth with a bump.
The first incident was prior to meeting a friend for a walk around the reservoir, about a month ago. It was a scorching hot day which should have sent alarm bells ringing due to my heat sensitive Multiple Sclerosis.
I arrived early and so I thought I would get a quick lap in before he arrived. My chosen adjective here, should have raised the alarm level significantly! Nonetheless, I chose against using my rollator (embarrassing zimmer frame on wheels), instead opting for my trusty stick.
All was fine until the home straight, when the stick fell from my grasp and I wobbled and fell onto the concrete path. My left-arm, already battered and bruised with previous incidents, cushioned the fall slightly. However my body twisted in mid air and I ended up falling backwards and hitting the back of my head.
Blood was seeping from my wounds although I intuited that I wasn’t very badly injured – I could still remember my name! Nevertheless it was serious enough for some onlookers to come rushing to my aid. As is now customary, I reassured them with an embarrassed laugh and asked them to refrain from helping me, thus remaining covid cautious.
I limped back to my car and drove back to my place. I jumped in the shower and rinsed away the blood. My friend met me at the house and sense checked me. Unfortunately, he didn’t find any!
The second incident happened just half an hour ago. Whilst washing the breakfast pots for another friend, I inexplicably lost balance when reaching for the bin. The bowl that I was carrying flew out of my grasp as I hurtled towards the floor.
I came crashing down and hit the lino with a thud, right on my arse! If my gluteal muscles weren’t the most active part of my body these days then it wouldn’t be so much of a problem. But sat on my arse is where I spend most of my time now.
So my friend helped me hobble to the settee where I remained for the next few minutes. No good- I’m sitting on my injury- so back off to bed I go.
I was thinking about meeting my kids, going for a walk and perhaps writing some more of my book today. I think the latter will probably be the preference. The book title seems ever more appropriate now, ‘Stumbling across the path –Awareness and integration. My life with MS’
Edit, I did meet my kids!