Recently, I have been displaying some symptoms of the same condition that wreaked havoc with my grandfather, my dad, and both of his brothers. Other than extreme fatigue and forgetfulness, one of the things that plagues me is stumbling.
Or general clumsiness, depending upon your view of these things.
I also have panic attacks, which makes driving difficult. I used to take Blazer to knitting at church with me, but somebody objected, and put up big signs that only service animals are allowed. As far as I am concern, Blazer is a service dog, even if he doesn’t wear an orange vest.
Anyway, this afternoon, I had gone up to take my nap and then came back down because I had forgotten my midday meds. The Squire stopped me just before I reached the bottom step and wanted to know if everything was OK. We spoke for a few moments, and then I stepped forward, forgetting I had not gotten all the way to the bottom. I walked off into the air, and made quite a landing, scaring the daylights out of The Squire and adding another bruise or two to the collection I already have. Didn’t do my back a bit of good, let me tell you! Fortunately, the bathroom door was shut, so although I hit my head, I didn’t end up flat on my back.
I was laughing hysterically, but The Squire, for some reason, didn’t find the episode funny.
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I’m so sorry!
Hm….time for a trip to the doctors??????