It happened again, and I hate when it happens… I FELL… and in my bedroom, of all places! :(
I don’t use my wheelchair in my bedroom because the room is very small, and also because I only have to stand/transfer to basically move around.
Anyway, today my cotton socks didn’t quite grip the laminate flooring in my room very well, and since I have terrible balance/little strength, I slipped and fell onto the floor.
I’m OK though. Luckily I didn’t hurt myself – just a little bang on my knees – but nothing too serious.
What was hurt was my confidence – my confidence of standing and trying to walk again. When I fall the psychological pain is much worse than the physical pain because I get so frustrated and extremely sad that I am having such a tough time doing basic human functions.
I know I am fortunate to even have some use of my legs, as many people don’t have any, but to me it’s still frustrating. It’s all relative, I suppose.
I’ll try not to let this upset me even more than it has, but that will be tough. With every fall that I have, I get more frightened. It’s getting to a point where whenever I need to leave my chair (even for a stand/transfer, etc.), I panic.
I’m just very lucky that I didn’t hit my head or break anything – and I should focus on that aspect instead of the negative ones. And hopefully I will be one of the Plexopathy patients that will regain all of their motor skills. Positive thinking!
Thank you for reading. Diane.