Hi, Barb
Honestly? It wasn't horrifying at all. Embarrassing, that's what it was. Never taken a ker-PLOP! in public before, it was my ego that was stung.
But, you see, that's me; it's the kind of guy I've been all of my life, forever grumping, "OK, stand back! If I need help, I'll ask for it." But will I (ask for it)? Nowadays, I will. It's something I had to learn in rehab: unable to get myself out of bed or to slip my feet into booties, I had no choice but to ask for help.
I'm sure many of us, when we'd been only recently diagnosed with PN, learned (because what other choice had we?) how to say the four simple words: "Can you help me?"
Have a wonderful day, Barb.
Cheers!
Ray (@ray666)
Good morning/afternoon, Ray (@ray666)!
Oh, golly, I can identify with that embarrassment. Once several years ago - probably 12 or so - I lost my balance exiting a Barnes & Noble at the day after Christmas sale. Complications of a thick winter coat and bag of goodies in hand and somehow I ended up on the pavement. I no sooner hit the cement than I was picked up by a couple on their way in. Both just lifted me under my arms as if I were a toddler - so quickly and efficiently, I had no time to ask for help. They took no time to ask if I wanted it!
Nowadays my mindset is to try to do everything by myself if possible because I live by myself and there's no one here to lend a hand. But boy, do I ever talk with God about helping me to not fall in the first place.
I find that people are totally ready and willing to help when they see my cane! It has become an appendage - a part of my persona - since my fall and surgeries. I should find a name for it. Suggestions, anyone?
Have a great day and week, Ray!
Blessings to you! ~ Barb