About Last Night

Last night’s fall was pretty bad.  I’ll need to go in and see my doctor which may end up being at the same time as my therapy appointment. I hope to somehow schedule them on different days. I know doing them both in one day won’t work for me.

My knees and ankles give out all the time but hardly ever do I hit the floor. I can at least catch myself or steady myself with the cane but last night I hit the floor. I even ripped the curtains off the rod and snapped the rod in half.  I hit the trash can going down and smacked my head on the wall. Damn! I wish I’d gotten it on film cause I know I was flailing around.  That was one award winning fall…… And the winner of the best fall of the year goes to Austin of Sundrip Journals. The crowd cheers. I go to accept my award but Kanye West interrupts with “That old lady on that commercial had a better fall because she couldn’t get up.” ………I laugh now but at the time there was nothing funny about it.  I knew very well I was hurt but I wasn’t sure to what extent.

Only later did I realize how stressed my body was by it all. When I fell I was severely sleep deprived. I think the fall was the last straw for my body. A few hours after the fall I slept like a baby and  I mean I slept hard. Usually I can’t sleep with someone else in my area of the house but despite the fact that Junior was in  the next room on my computer I still slept as if  I were alone. Several times he got up to ask me a question which meant I was in a vulnerable state while being approached but I was too tired to care. That’s tired!!!

After I woke up I again checked my leg and hip and I’m pretty sure I’ll be sore for days. I think it’ll be important to go in to see the doctor because the knee that was banged up the most is my bad knee. It’s the one without a lot of bone and with most of the cap gone. That hurt like a … it hurt. I suppose if anything good came out of it it was sleep. Since I’ve been back I’ve had so little sleep it’s not even funny. I think my body simply had enough after that fall and crashed.

I have at this point given up on my bed. It leaves bruises on my body and I feel worse after I get up than when I laid down. So in addition to nightmares there’s increased body pain due to that stupid mattress. At this point I’m sleeping on a pouch on the floor in the living room. Gus lays right beside me on his back in the dead roach position. He’s such a good boy.

J of A