I’m not certain if balance issues are due to some teensy brain-damage or simply the physical lack of feeling/awareness of my entire left side. Forgetting half of one’s body quite likely throws balance off.
I get occasional reminders that I’m not 100%, like watching the tile floor get closer and closer to my face. A surprise action in slo-mo.
Bend over too fast, too far and that’s what happens. If not for my extremely hard forehead hitting the floor first, my nose would be broken today. It escaped that funky boxer look with only a couple of scrapes from the grout between tiles.
Earth to Vic, “Take it easy, your balance sucks.”
I’ve lost count of the falls I’ve taken in the past 3 ½ years. I only really remember the scary ones, the tumbles I’ve taken inside on tile, especially the unfortunate encounter with a rug resulting in a shiny black eye.
I need to slow down, if not for myself, for my traumatized family members, who either witness the incidents or, come upon me sprawled harum-scarum on the floor. They deserve a break from all this.
I can’t even imagine what this is like for them, the sudden resurfacing of old fears, the instant of terrified uncertainty.
I am sorry dear family. I am throttling down to turtle again. Just for you.