I’ve wondered before what signs of approaching agedness I would exhibit and would I recognize them or just wake up one day and realize I was old. I think I know now. It’s not the graying hair or memory issues or the fairly regular invitations by mail to join AARP, it’s falling down. I’ve always been a bit clumsy but I usually managed to stay on my feet, if I wanted. But, in the last 4 or 5 years, I’ve noticed I am ending up on the floor or pavement or in the creek more often.
I would never claim to be graceful, but actually hitting the ground makes me feel both 2 years old and 80 years old. Yesterday was my latest fall. Sober, awake and not day dreaming I managed to fall down the steps at the recycle place. Of course, it was in front of a woman with her bag of empty cans which just makes me feel more stupid and incapable of navigating the normal world. This time though, I was unhurt just scraped a bit. In my head, I was thinking “Well, I guess that proves that I don’t have osteoporosis because that could have broken something.”
Other falls have resulted in a fractured wrist, busting open a fresh incision resulting in an infection (fell into a creek walking the dog), a sprained back and a medial meniscus tear. I really couldn’t afford a more serious injury because taking care of Blue requires I that can lift her up and drive the truck and function.
So, other than a sore back and a few bruises, I guess I got lucky. I wonder, do people ever fall up? Doc