i mentioned last week that i started going back to physical therapy. Well this morning was the 2nd session and again, it went well. The therapist had to walk me to my car though because had i walked on my own, i probably would still be trying to get to the car. It always amazes me (altho i am NOT asking any questions and just running with it) that when walking, i am a righteous mess, but put me behind the wheel of my car and smooth sailing. NO PROBLEMS WHATSOEVER!!!! i swear if that is ever taken from me, I’m not sure what i would do. I’ve said this before, i’ll say it again – in my car is the 1 place where i feel like i’m on a level playing field with everyone else and i can take on ANYONE, ANYTIME (and i will win).
Anyhoo, i got home, got out of the car, took 2 steps to the door and fell right outside the front door. it wasn’t a bad fall – in fact, it was one of those times when i just said, “fuck it, i’ll just take this tumble and move on.” i didn’t try to fight it.
I’m inside safely and SITTING; will try to keep the movements to a minimum today 🙂