I’m holding out hope… that the B1 Thiamine protocol I have begun will reverse the recent trend of losing my balance. It seems I can’t do simple tasks like consolidating the garbage cans, if it requires me to lean forward a little. John pulled me back upright by my clothing, when I tried that stunt recently. And of course I can’t carry much of anything and hold onto the cane.
I didn’t tell him about hurting my ribs falling across the lid of the bedside commode, until he saw the bruise last night. I’m not sure what triggered today’s stunt. I was washing my hands and must have turned slightly to reach a towel, when I found myself falling sideways across the shower chair covered with towels and rolling toward the divide between the shower and shelves. I expect John will see bruising on my left heel, my right shin and both arms… But the ‘talent’ part of the stunt was I stopped myself before hitting the floor.
I’d like to say it doesn’t count as a fall, because I didn’t hit the floor… but I know better. Just like in yesteryear we would have teased about how long we’d practiced to perform a stunt, we now realize it is serious business. John will proof read what I typed here, before I post it. He will be concerned. I am also concerned for his health, but he seems to have done a better job of learning to slow down and think before proceeding with a task.
He is such a wonderful caring spouse. I am grateful that he has taken over kitchen duty preparing breakfast for us every day. I appreciate how he assists me in and out of the car; And after our scripture study and evening prayers he helps me onto the bed. He is forever helping untangle my glasses as I transition from reading with prisms and walking with the others. He has stretched with undaunted patience as I turned over the writing of notes in birthday cards to him, and coerced him to learn to use the debit card at the checkout and ATM.
I tell him he is a ‘professional whiner’, but really he just has the most humorous ways about him, There is never a hint of peevishness or self-pitying in his banter… even when I asked him to remove the tub and replace it with an infrared sauna. Did I mention?: the day I agreed to marry him was one of the luckiest for me. I adore him.