You’ve doubtless heard the saying that what goes up must come down, but the opposite is also true: what goes down must come up. Well, that’s certainly the case when I fall!
Had I mentioned, previously, that falling is my latest hobby? It must be because it keeps happening, with disappointing regularity. I thought I had gotten away with it when FPR and I were in Devon at the beginning of this month, because I didn’t have a fall. I had fallen on our three previous holidays, so you can see why I half expected to take a trip on our latest trip.
It’s OK, no-one needs to worry, the long-awaited fall happened yesterday. Actually, I say no-one needs to worry but I was a little concerned because I wasn’t even walking when I went down. What happened was that my balance went and I dropped like a stone: flat on my back. It’s a funny thing, whenever I take a tumble, I don’t put my hands out to break my fall. That’s not a new thing. I remember a couple of falls which happened more than 15 years ago and, even then, I didn’t try to break my fall by putting out my hands. Hmmm. Weird.
Anyway, returning to yesterday’s gymnastics…
Luckily, FPR was with me and, even better, he didn’t immediately try to help me up. It is something that he and I have discussed: how, when someone falls, the automatic instinct of well-meaning people is to try to pick them up straight away. It is so kind of people to want to help but… please don’t rush to get someone up. For a start, when someone takes a tumble, they (I’m saying ‘they’ because I don’t want to muck about with her/him, s/he or any other description) need a few moments to gather themselves. I know that when I throw myself on the ground unexpectedly, it’s a bit of a surprise, or even a shock, and it winds me, both physically and metaphorically – and it takes a few moments to recover from that, apart from anything else. It also takes a bit of time to figure out what hurts and whether anything might be broken.
OK, so then we get to the interesting bit: getting oneself upright again.
This is not straightforward when one has a disability. One’s ability varies from day to day. Some days I can definitely manage far better than on other days. It means that I am likely to have to try different ways of getting up. Now, I have to say that FPR is very good when I am trying to right myself: he doesn’t try to get me up the way he thinks I should. Instead, he listens to what I say I need to try. I’m sure it must be very frustrating for him when I don’t try something that I have done on other occasions, but he takes it very well – for which I am grateful. Not only does he listen, but he does the things I ask, in the way I need.
Yesterday, a young woman rushed over to us and helped. She was very considerate, certainly helpful, and kind. She even offered to give me a lift home. It was lovely that she came over, also that she listened and acted on what was needed. What none of us realised was what would happen when I was almost upright: my balance went again and I narrowly avoided landing on the deck for a second time!
On our way home, I told that FPR that I shall have to ensure I have a walking stick with me when I go out. I don’t have a limp, it’s to help me keep my balance. I also said that, when I am getting up from a fall, I need him to hold my arm so that I don’t lose my balance again.
You know, the problems with my walking are disappointing and have brought all sorts of things to mind. However, I hope that I will manage to retain my sense of humour. After all, if I don’t laugh, I might end up crying – and I don’t really want to do that.