Beating myself up physically, literarily, and periodically....

Being of the clumsy persuasion is no fun at all. More times than not I stub my toe on this or that and even have broken my little toes a few times, and this head cracking baloney is also becoming an old thingy. Heaven knows I should remember the location of where it is, one would think that anyway, hmm? I have gotten a few concussions too from my head knocks too. The first that I recall was when we owned our restaurant and I was in a rush to get to the place and couldn’t wait for Hubby to get our boxed dishes that weighed about forty pounds off a high shelf in our garage in our first Florida home in Ormond Beach. The dishes amazingly survived but my head did not; it was concussed. On the second occasion I was in our vintage Airstream trailer making dinner, it had a wall oven, yep, it was that old, and I slipped on the floor and cracked my noggin into it, another untimely head injury of the concussion type, bloody this time with pink hair. Geez, it’s not like I ask for this kind of trouble…And then over the last few years I forget to close things like freezer doors or cabinets and get clobbered from them, purely innocently, like a few minutes ago getting ice and dropping a frozen item and going to pick it up and then wham bam no thank you m’am. Or the time I went to answer my cell phone kept handily in the seat of my walker, but I moved my walker out of the way under the bar that separates the kitchen from the living-room and boom, smash right on that Corian counter top, who said that they aren’t as hard as granite didn’t get hit by one! I have given up running to the hospital each and every time, since all they tell you is to watch the person with the bump for twenty-four hours to make sure they don’t fall asleep, blah, blah, blah… or end up in a coma or some such fun idea! Too many times for me, and I am still here and yearly I get my MRI’s to track my Multiple Sclerosis progress, which has fortunately stagnated, meaning I am stable and so, so far it doesn’t appear to have cracked my skull to where the Neuro or radiologist feel that I needed any other intervention from them. I do know that doing this so often is not a good thing, but my visual perception is way off these days especially and so is my ability to control my body. Not much that I can do about either, I suppose, except not move at all, but that’s not going to happen until I am dust! If I don’t move someone might throw dirt on me, and that’s not going to happen any time soon if it’s up to me and it is! Plus I have a true fear of blood clots which makes me try to move as much as I can, but I also have medication to prevent that too, i.e. blood clots. Not that funny tonight unless you can relate to what I am telling all of you, crazy, not being able to have total control over anything these days…but that’s the way it for most of us anyway, true? Hard for this ole type A gal though, and I more than sure you all know that is you too…not having control over money, work or housing or any of those things, which we all rely on to be there, and so perhaps if you think about not having that control of yourself, meaning your vision and body… how does one categorize loss of control, hmm? It’s all horrible! Bummer, on that reality of all of our lives at times allow me to be the first to wish you a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear? Update on my ole school chum’ Mom at ninety-one she is holding her own in PCU, which after Googling we found out is Progressive Care Unit, and she is in a very aesthetically pleasing hospital now that serves flowers with their meals. The Mom is being scheduled for surgery tomorrow. I do know that most of you did know what PCU was and I am sure any in the medical field did, but we didn’t, her daughter and I, and so I let her know while on the phone…sounds better than CCU, hmm?