I fall fairly regularly, and while I rarely get hurt, I never know how a fall will affect me.
I fell this morning. Claren was only too happy to speak for help -- since it meant she'd get fed earlier. And my sister came down and helped me up readily.
I was fine -- no injuries, no unwanted pee, no problems. But why then has the fall stuck in my head and left me feeling so sad?
Monday, January 9, 2012
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3 comments:
Please, please don't feel sad.
A fall is a jarring indignity (at best) but so many opeople love you.
I know what you mean. Falls are a part of my life. Pain makes a fall worse, but sometimes a minor fall will leave me crying in self pity. I try not to stay in self pity for long...
I try, too, but am not always successful.
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