From the time I went “flying” while running for the train in my new pink wedge mules at North Sheen station in 1972, I have never given the odd trip a second thought.
Until recently.
My blood pressure is fine, I have no “underlying health issues” but I have had a couple of falls and near misses recently which have really shaken me up. Nothing worse than bruises, so no signs of osteoporosis, so that’s a plus, but just that awful fear as I have felt myself go. Poor balance, stiffness or is it just clumsiness which seem to prevent me from the recovery I would have managed in my youth?
The only common factor in the past has been stress -tripping over nothing walking the dog at night when paw was ill, waiting for “the call” when DD was due to have her second baby and now all this Covid stuff on my mind more recently.
My confidence has taken a bashing , I feel vulnerable and always hold on to banisters when going downstairs, I only feel safe in flat lace up trainers and I tremble at the thought that this is the future.
No chance of an appointment with a Falls Clinic or even a Dr until the pandemic eases, but it’s a sobering prospect isn’t it?
Good Morning Thursday 18th April 2024
Being quizzed by chemist's assistant in Boots.