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And I bounced.
So I fell down today.
I'm fine; I don't even think I'm going to have any sore muscles or bruises.
But these events always freak me out. Curbs are my downfall (mwhahaha). I just don't quite get the sole of my shoe clear of the surface, and splat. Previously I have struck the curb with one or the other knee, and ouch ouch ouch. That is why I have bad knees and walk with a cane. And am very fearful of falling down, because now that I have damaged both knees, kneeling to get up is just an unbelievably painful thing to do. Argh.
So today I went over like a board. No bending, and I hardly even got my hands in front of me. I carry my purse (luggage) on a shoulder strap and it hangs in front of me, and I think that is what hit the ground first, and then my hands. This sort of thing is also why I never buy a purse that can't be zipped entirely closed all over in all its openings. Nothing escaped from my purse. My groceries went to the side and so did my cane on the other side, but not one tiny thing escaped from my zippered bag of doom.
Getting up was fine, actually, but I think that is because, after I turned over from being face down with my feet hanging out in the street, my butt was already elevated on the curb and I was able to tripod my body and not use my knees for kneeling hardly at all.
The thing that actually bothers me about today is how I behaved. My SOGP was there and was helping, of course, but he knows me and knows not to try to help until I'm ready to be helped and know what I want. Some poor kind soul rushed over to help, and I was kinda snotty to her. I think it was a her - I can't really tell because my ability to pay attention to details outside myself gets very limited. I wasn't rude to her as in yelling at her or anything like that, but she handed me my cane before I was ready to think about it, and I took it from her rather roughly and almost slammed it down on my grocery bags on the other side of me. She was gone before I got myself sorted, and so I suspect she might have been offended (in that small way, where one knows one is not appreciated[1]), and cleared out, and I'm sorry, because I would rather people fussed over me unecessarily than that I need help and not get it.
I am bothered because I am starting to notice a trend in my reaction to people who try to help me when I fall. Drat.
Anyway. Thank you unknown person for trying to help me. I do appreciate it. I wish I could have gotten myself together in time to tell you at the time, but definitely: thank you.
[1] - I am not explaining this very well. I think the person's reaction is perfectly fine and normal and I would do the same myself and I'm not trying to make her seem awful, but the more I try to describe this, the worse I make her sound. She's not at fault here in anyway - I want to be very clear about that.[2]
[2] - maybe the problem with my description is the use of the word "offended" - but I can't think of the short word for "taken aback because of being spurned".
I'm fine; I don't even think I'm going to have any sore muscles or bruises.
But these events always freak me out. Curbs are my downfall (mwhahaha). I just don't quite get the sole of my shoe clear of the surface, and splat. Previously I have struck the curb with one or the other knee, and ouch ouch ouch. That is why I have bad knees and walk with a cane. And am very fearful of falling down, because now that I have damaged both knees, kneeling to get up is just an unbelievably painful thing to do. Argh.
So today I went over like a board. No bending, and I hardly even got my hands in front of me. I carry my purse (luggage) on a shoulder strap and it hangs in front of me, and I think that is what hit the ground first, and then my hands. This sort of thing is also why I never buy a purse that can't be zipped entirely closed all over in all its openings. Nothing escaped from my purse. My groceries went to the side and so did my cane on the other side, but not one tiny thing escaped from my zippered bag of doom.
Getting up was fine, actually, but I think that is because, after I turned over from being face down with my feet hanging out in the street, my butt was already elevated on the curb and I was able to tripod my body and not use my knees for kneeling hardly at all.
The thing that actually bothers me about today is how I behaved. My SOGP was there and was helping, of course, but he knows me and knows not to try to help until I'm ready to be helped and know what I want. Some poor kind soul rushed over to help, and I was kinda snotty to her. I think it was a her - I can't really tell because my ability to pay attention to details outside myself gets very limited. I wasn't rude to her as in yelling at her or anything like that, but she handed me my cane before I was ready to think about it, and I took it from her rather roughly and almost slammed it down on my grocery bags on the other side of me. She was gone before I got myself sorted, and so I suspect she might have been offended (in that small way, where one knows one is not appreciated[1]), and cleared out, and I'm sorry, because I would rather people fussed over me unecessarily than that I need help and not get it.
I am bothered because I am starting to notice a trend in my reaction to people who try to help me when I fall. Drat.
Anyway. Thank you unknown person for trying to help me. I do appreciate it. I wish I could have gotten myself together in time to tell you at the time, but definitely: thank you.
[1] - I am not explaining this very well. I think the person's reaction is perfectly fine and normal and I would do the same myself and I'm not trying to make her seem awful, but the more I try to describe this, the worse I make her sound. She's not at fault here in anyway - I want to be very clear about that.[2]
[2] - maybe the problem with my description is the use of the word "offended" - but I can't think of the short word for "taken aback because of being spurned".