I'm not usually a fearful person. It only occurs to me after I've gone somewhere or been involved in something I shouldn't that I ought to be afraid. So it took me a long time, ten days to be exact, to realize I was afraid of going out for a walk again. The first week after I fell the weather was so unpleasant I never gave it a thought. This week has been much better and yesterday was a beautiful day. I finally took out my walking stick, swallowed my fear and went out; I am happy to report, without incident. My face looks much better. The remaining discoloration is under the frame of my glasses and hardly noticeable.
I'm not sure about the walking stick. I have no trouble walking and I'm having trouble envisioning how it might help me if I tripped again. In fact, I can only think it might create more damage. Steve wants me to use two of them. I suppose that might be better, but I don't like the idea. It seems cumbersome.
I’m doing physical training several times a week now, and balance is high on my list of things to work on. Is that a problem you have, or is it badly maintained streets and sidewalks? You’re right on about being afraid without knowing it. Guess it’s like falling off the proverbial horse.
Dont worry. Neither of those careers are in my future.
I’m glad you’re on the mend, Ruthe. I agree with Karen about not becoming a dog walker. Probably roller-blading is not such a good idea either. 😉
Just don’t become a dog walker…. I always wonder if those folks wipe out regularly.