Wanna See Me Fall?
If you want to see me fall, here’s a video! Actually, it’s only a half-a-fall. Maybe a quarter of a fall. I’m demonstrating the balance exercises I’ve been given by physical therapy, and I did fairly well until I got to the one where I place one foot completely in front of the other.
Then, I listed to my right, crashed into my walker, slammed it into the door, and jabbed the handle of the walker into my tummy.
Being a trooper… I continued. I fell a few more times, but this time to my left… where my bed is.
Once again, proof that I’m nowhere near as steady on my feet as I would like to believe that I am. One shove from a rush hour commuter in a hurry, and the newscasters would be talking about how they were able to determine that I had Parkinson’s disease by the little hunks of brain they were able to pick up from the tracks near my mangled corpse.
I guess you could call me unbalanced.