Feeling unsteady

Thankfully today’s post is not about falling over. I think you’ll all agree with me that that’s a relief given that I’ve managed to hit the deck twice in the past fortnight.

That said, I have been feeling a bit more wobbly on my feet than usual over the last few days, and a lot more aware of how I’m moving around, even when I use my walking frame Martha. To be honest, I think this is mostly down to nerves that I’m going to land on the floor again.

There were several occasions during the weekend where I felt like I was going to topple over, but managed to catch myself in time.

Sometimes, when I have a fall, it makes me feel unsteady for a couple of days afterwards and I find myself being extra cautious for a few days until that passes. It knocks my confidence for a bit. How long this lasts depends on what I was doing that made me lose my balance and how much I hurt myself. Sometimes it doesn’t dent my confidence at all and I just get on with things, but if it I hurt myself quite a bit, or have a few close together  as I have done, it makes me feel a bit unsteady for a while.

I’ve certainly felt this way over the past couple of days, but I’m hoping it will pass soon.

Another fall

In Monday’s post I told you all about a fall I had last week. Well, I had another one yesterday, but thankfully I wasn’t hurt.

My mother and I decided that we’d go out for a wander, so she put my walking frame Martha up for me because I don’t need to use it when I’m in the house. I went out of the door, got into it and started to turn it around when I noticed that it started feeling wobbly. Then I realised:

When you unfold the walker you can always tell that it’s been put up properly because there is a little clicking sound as the buttons you press in to collapse it again lock into place. When these are in place it won’t collapse again until you push the buttons, (there’s on each side), inwards.

As the Martha started to wobble, I could tell that that she was starting to fold up with me still inside. I was falling over backwards and Martha was going with me. It’s also worth noting that I wasn’t stood on the grass, but on our paving stones.

This time, I didn’t really have time to think other than the usual Oh please don’t whack your head and Oh dear I’m actually falling. Truth be told, the words running through my mind were far less polite than ‘oh dear’, but I don’t think you’d be very happy with me if I typed what they really were. All I will say is they weren’t very pleasant ones.

Somehow, I managed to keep my head up and didn’t bang it. My mum came flying out of the house as she heard Martha clattering and my yelping. Yes, I yelped. When she got to me I was on my back holding my head and arms up. I dare say I probably looked a bit like a turtle.

She pulled me up and was really apologetic even though it wasn’t her fault at all. Martha had looked like she had been put up properly and when there’s lots of noise around you don’t always hear the clicking noise that it makes. I hadn’t noticed myself, so it really wasn’t her fault. I don’t blame her. These things happen and are easily done.

If anything, I should have checked that the buttons were locked in before I started moving Martha, who, you will be pleased to know, wasn’t damaged in the fall either. Phew!