FALLING... A CONFESSION

CONFESSION ON FALLING                                                                                                                                                            

When I hit the ground, my first thought was: My life is over. 

Coming out of a shop, I had fallen forward at the curb.  Maybe my cane,  bag and my purchase had helped to break the fall.   A little woman insisted on helping me up and going with me to the car.

I drove myself home.

I was surprised to get up and drive.  (After all, in the American press, when older women fall down:   its assumed that parts are broken).  

 At home, did all the regular things;  there didn’t seem any broken bones and really no pain, considered a doc appointment, put veggies in the microwave. 

Had some good thoughts:  I've  had  two bone scans in TX , had an x ray when the other knee bucked, and I am on Prolia, which was credited for putting new bone on one hip.  

 You can guess the next part:  I got on line with the same med groups I’d consulted the previous week.  Re-checked the gluts exercises and decided to cut way down the amount of heavy groceries and things I would carry for a while. Keep some padding under the feet.   And lay off climbing stairs for now.  Looking for specifics on some gluts exercises found on line.  And exercise more but gently.

And the doctor gave me a week, said then if I wasn’t okay,  a cortisone shot, though he knows my feelings on steroids. I didn't need the shot. He doesn't  give me the "as we get older" sermons. --one reason I like him.

Why had I thought my life was over? Because of the news being full of "Reasons one must keep an older relative from doing anything for fear of a fall that will break many bones."  But my doctor, my friends, and my family have let me be normal, did  not panic,even sent me to get one person's meds, and live life.  Bless them all.

What has changed.  

I’m even more careful to buy less food and carry less  heavy things at one time.. But I still don't exercise gently but enough. 

 Should I be afraid to cross the street?   I've always worn sunglasses if needed, as I’m sure you do.    My reflexes are well above average for people younger than I am. Still... 
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I have lost my loving enthusiasm for walking here at night, at least for now.  Even with a big flashlight, the sidewalk seems much more uneven than I remember, so I don't feel comfortable.  Better do the hated indoor walking for a while.  Changes, even temporary -  may be sad.

 Will I always be a bit afraid of falling?  Maybe just the right amount.

I wish you health.