Falling Over, But Getting Up Again!
Trips and falls have become a way of life, and my knees took the most of the punishment this time, not my wrists.
That area is where I sprained my wrist, badly, in late April I think it was … So today adds another ‘trip and fall’ to my ever increasing list of such horrid things. My knees are protesting, but in reality, it was a nothing much such event, compared to that wrist, and especially the ‘broken ankle’ incident almost two years ago.
And the cause of this particular event, is one I know well, having been a victim of it before. I’ve actually written a poem about it, as I often do, when things happen to me … The cause for this fall today was the grass runner that was there, wating for me, just on the other side of the pool. My husband was outside too, and I was closer, so asked him if he wanted the pool turned off.
He said was, so I turned around and walked toward the switch, which is on that little white box-looking thing, next to the yellow other thing, on the fence, just past the compost bin … Oh the times I’ve tripped and fallen in that yard! I got over it relatively painlessly this time though, and was grateful Graham was there to help me get up again! He’s my every reliable helper/carer, and has been for thirty-five years, well before the falling over began.
