Saturday, November 14, 2020

It Could Have Ended Much Worse

 While I was hanging onto the screen door handle for dear life and dangling off the edge of the stair landing, once I was certain that I would escape significant injury, my next thought was, "Gee. Maybe I won't tell John about this...."

My dumb stupid lack of balance had struck again. 

Did I tell you about my latest flirtation with a fractured hip?


Well. Anyone who knows me, also knows that since autoimmune disease made its appearance, my clumsiness has increased exponentially resulting in stitches, broken bones, scrapes and impressive bruises. Wasn't a pretty sight.

But since moving into our home that has a master on the main level, I have avoided catastrophic injury. Woot! Country living AND fewer emergency room visits!

The only issue as with respect to safety for klutzes was the lack of stair railings on the outdoor steps. We debated style and types of railings and whether we should completely reconfigure the entryways for two years. Since it was only two steps up, I figured we had plenty of time.

Until I was lugging three bags of groceries into the house and slipped sideways off the stoop. Which brings us to the dangling incident. 

Two days later, I came to my senses and realized that I should let John know; and by the weekend he had installed two dandy sturdy railings. 

I realized that it was not wise for me to try to hide the fact that my balance issues were still alive and well. Dumb stupid misplaced sense of pride. 

I used to be so embarrassed to use scooters in stores, but once I swallowed my pride and use them when I need them, I am perfectly content to zoom up and down the grocery store aisles without a care.

Well.......except for the time that I took a corner too sharply and took out an entire Foster Grant sunglasses display. Oops. Luckily the staff was super friendly and had things put to right quickly. 

Do you struggle with your pride keeping you from accepting or seeking help? 

1 comment:

Kelly said...

Oh yes, Julia! I use adaptive products wherever possible so I can still do things myself, but I'm on the edge of having to ask my hubby to thread elastic through casings when I sew. My hands are simply getting to weak to do it. That's a bridge I thought I'd never cross, but if I want to keep making things with elastic, I'll have to teach him how to use a bodkin! And don't start me on can openers!

I also have noticed a dropoff in balance lately. I figure it is just a normal part of aging. I begin to understand why older folks shuffle along with both feet in constant contact with the ground as I am rapidly becoming one of those older folks. I fight the temptation to shorten my stride and do things that challenge my vestibular system to keep it as healthy and agile as I can, but it's definitely not what it used to be. Staying upright is no longer taken for granted!