…and even the lowly like me!
Being a disabled individual most of my life, I’m usually pretty careful about falling. I have fallen a few times in the past ten years, usually by catching the edge of a kerb with my shoe by not picking up my leg far enough. Last year, having had additional issues, I purchased a shoe lift for my right leg, making up the missing height with a taller sole and heel. Except for my fused hip, I can walk almost normally with this shoe. No walking on the toe or shoulders dropping with my gait.
But, there are occasional problems.
Yesterday, I became a bit miffed with myself. I moved June 30, but haven’t yet found places for many boxes, cannot get into my closet and am missing many items. So I did some work to remedy this. Or so I thought.
Mid-afternoon, after emptying some boxes, I was repositioning a floor lamp to get better lighting in my room, and promptly tripped on the extension cord with Ed (aka the Really Big Shoe)*. I fell face-first into the space between my barrister bookcase and my dresser, tweaking my lower back, hitting the edge of the bookcase with my face, bruising my chest, and scraping my right wrist. My eyeglasses also were reconformed into a modern art piece. Getting up from almost prone has always been a challenge, and was now more so with the various added injuries. But we prevailed.
My roomie returned from work and fretted over me, and took me out for beer. A little alcoholic anesthetic helped, but wasn’t a cure.
At least I didn’t damage the furniture, and no arteries were severed; no bones broken; joints sprained. I was able to plier-cobble my eyeglasses back into shape. I do have a cut on my right cheek and two bruises on my chest. It’s been suggested I make up a fight story.
Naw, just an old guy stumbling.*for the youngsters, a reference to TV variety show host Ed Sullivan, who often proclaimed he has a really big show for us, but pronounced show as shoe.