I fall over. I fall over a lot. My cerebral palsy has an impact of my balance, you see.
Most of the time, I don’t really bother paying attention to every trip and stumble. They just kind of happen and I just get up and go back to doing whatever I was doing before gravity decided it wanted to have a little fun with me.
I only tend to remember the ones that hurt. Or the ones that scare me.
It’s not unusual for me to have several bruises of various shapes, sizes and colours. What is unusual is for me to remember how, and why, and where I got them. Sometimes I have to show them to a friend or family member before I can work it out. Sometimes it takes a while.
Today, (which is actually about two weeks ago for you guys – I write lots of my posts in advance!) I found two unexpected ones on my left hip. I spent all morning trying to puzzle out their origin to no avail.
It wasn’t until later on when I was climbing onto the sofa, (I can sit further back in the seat if I do that), and banged my hip, a bit painfully, into the arm of the couch that I realised…
Mystery solved!
