The good news is that it is the autumnal equinox and fall is beginning. But we are still having temps in the 80s though the nights are cool.
After being a little too proud that I never fall, I fell twice, Thursday night and then Saturday night. The same place doing the same thing and tripping over the ragged edges of my grandmother’s probably 65 year old dining room carpet as I rushed into my computer room. The first fall was terribly painful and I was hobbling about quite a bit for days after. The second was much less dire, but still, not a good thing. Andy nailed down a small rug over the dangerous interface.
When he brought up his box of nails, etc. to do the fix-up I recognized that he was using my grandfather’s box. In this family we do tend to save, use, and treasure this sort of hand-me-down.
I am not wearing my flip flops anymore as they do tend to catch on things. My hip joint is getting rather iffy nowadays. Bah!
And today is the twelfth anniversary of the death of my best friend and dear husband whom I think of several times a day. We had 35 years together, but so much has changed since he left us. Two of our four grandchildren he never met in this life, and he was in a coma when Sofia was put in his arms all those years ago. She was two weeks old. But life goes on and it is still a wonderful blessing.
Oh no. Anniversaries are always poignant and then a feel. I do understand how you feel as I fell down some steps last week and it set my knee and hip ‘off’ (I have some arthritis in both). I have had to resort to painkillers I order to sleep. Wishing you a speedy recovery and better times ahead.
I bet you meant “and then a fall.” So sorry you’ve had similar events, Alison! I wish you a good recovery and better times ahead, too.
I’m sorry about your falls. Lucky that nothing broke. So very sad about this date. I’m sad for you, and sad for him that he has missed so much. I think of that with my folks who died when I was 20 and 25.
Oh, Nan, that was very young to lose your parents. I am so sorry…I was adopted but my first adopted father died when I was in Kindergarten. My husband also lost his father (after a time in a communist prison in Hungary) when he was five years old. A strange thing to have in common.
He hasn’t met those grandchildren in the flesh, but he is probably praying for them! It’s also four of his grandchildren that my husband has missed, though one of them probably met him “in transit.” 😉
I am sure he is. Paul loved children so much! And people, actually.
Dear Kristi, we both know what it means to lose our beloved husbands, and as you say, life goes on and is still a wonderful blessing. It will be 10 years this year for me, and we had not 35 but only 10 years together, but I can very much relate to how this anniversary makes you feel.
Sorry about the falls! You say you fell when you rushed into your computer room. What made you rush?
I had forgotten something, went back to get it and was in a hurry to get back to the computer. So foolish! I am interested in how many of the blogs I read are written by widows. But the unexpected shock of your husband’s death is terribly hard I think.
I’m glad you are okay! Many years ago, my doctor told me to stop wearing flip flops. They can be dangerous and as a diabetic, the area that rubs between two toes can become infected. Who knew?
They are cool in the summer, but not safe. I have Keene’s sandals which are much better.
Thinking of you, and understanding that the memories are bittersweet. We always have the love, but we do move forward and our lives (and ourselves) change. It’s a good/sad thing. I’m hoping for no more falls! That’s scary. I hate the feeling of falling–the powerlessness and fear of injury. Be careful!! xoxo
Not a good feeling at all. After the pain somewhat subsided from that first fall, I realized that I was upstairs.And being upstairs I could just scoot over to the stairway and sit on the top stair and stand up as if I were in a chair. Otherwise, since my knee replacement surgeries I have to kneel briefly on my knees to aid in getting up and that would have been too painful!
I’m glad a minor operation put the old rug back in order.
So sorry to hear about the falls. Hope that you know that you are okay and that nothing is broken. We all need to think of these things as we grow older. It’s amazing how many trip hazards we have…I have uneven floors for example. The best tip a doctor gave me was to count to ten when making a switch in movement…no more starting off at full tilt. It really has helped.
Those anniversaries are bittersweet. I know that you cherish the memories, yet there are regrets and sadness. Yes, life is good and it is a gift.
You take care of yourself! Glad that your son has made things safer. How cool that he uses his grandfather’s tools. There’s a lot of that going on here as well.
That’s a good piece of advice about counting to ten! And those were my grandfather’s tools, but Andy’s great grandfather’s. There are lots of other things from him. We are so lucky!
I have taken part in a falls prevention program — a combination exercise and discussion but mostly exercise. It’s not a bad idea.
That sounds like a great idea. I’ll look around and see if there is anything like that here. I’ve always been very flexible and had good balance, but getting older is something else! It needs extra attention to say the least.
Sad an sweet – and glad that you are recovering from your falls – let’s have no more of that please.
I’ll certainly do my best to “have no more of that”! Thank you!