But, okay, here goes: The high seas were beckoning to me about a month ago and two of my friends asked me to join them on a cruise.
Sounded delightful...get away from here for 5 days. Now I know I'm getting older, but so is everyone that I know. But I did take a cane with me because I have fallen a few times and so I assume I have a balance problem.
Before I left on this cruise, I worried about a fall....and it did come to pass. I wasn't using my cane at that moment.`
One of the reasons l attribute it to was that I only had about 5 hours sleep that night. Another reason is that I climbed 5 flights of stairs before it happened to me.
I'm not used to either one of these, so I assume I wasn't in the best of conditions. Anyway, I did fall on my back and messed myself up....I broke a bone in my lower torso.
Now I'm wearing a brace, hoping that it will strengthen my spine and I won't walk bent over.
I am using my cane whenever I leave my home. I don't want to tumble again. All the people here worry about a fall. Nobody pushes us over....we just fall.
When we were little children we fell all the time. I recall all the scabs I always had on my knees and then was painted with iodine or mercurochrome by my father or my mother...but when you're old, you break your parts.
I'm very grateful that I didn't get hurt worse and didn't break anything more.
I consider myself lucky! This is Judy, my roommate, who helped pick me up, along with Estelle.
