Monday, November 26, 2012


One of my daily goals is not to fall.

I realize this is kind of silly because I have Friedreich's ataxia, and trying not to fall with FA is like trying not to breathe.

With the upheaval in the house these days with my brother-in-law's broken ankle, I am trying real hard not to fall, or at least not to need help to get up.

I slid to the floor in the bathroom this morning, and I tried to get up -- no luck. I put on my slippers so I wouldn't slip -- no luck. I slid to the right side of my chair so my phone was out of reach on the left arm of my chair.

Finally, I had Claren bark but it is a real challenge when we can't see each other, and the shower curtain blocked her, so she barked once.

No one came ... yet, so I slid around on the floor till I was able to stand and get back in my chair. Then my sister came to help. She had heard Claren, but thought the one bark was nothing.

So basically, I failed even though I did get up myself. I fell; I called for help. Ugh.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

seriously? fail? your name and that word do not enter my head or heart at the same time.

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