…as my Dad would say. That was me, VERY undignified, at the shopping mall earlier this afternoon. Thought I’d just pop over there while it was quiet (Sunday arvo is usually a good time, provided you don’t mind some things being out of stock on the shelves) and get some grapes and some hairclips. I’m growing my hair out from a baaaaaaad cut last year and it’s at the stage where I really need clips to manage and I only have TWO so you can see what a DISASTER it would be if I lost one so I had to go buy some and…
Anyway. Walking along…
All of a sudden, I wasn’t.
I was on the floor.
Managed to land without breaking anything, just a grazed elbow, bruised right hip, and somehow put my jaw out of whack again (How?!).
As I was doing the turtle-scramble of getting to my knees to push myself to my feet, a kind older lady with a walking cane in her shopping trolley came to help me, got me to hang on to her trolley and guided me over to the nearest seat, while I tearfully explained it was probably the change in medicat10n and she sympathised that it happened to her because of inner ear problems “but I doubt I could have got up on my own, dear, we’d still be waiting for four strong men to come and help!”
(This is the second time I have been in distress at this same mall. And the second time that an older woman has been the ONLY PERSON who has stopped to see if I needed help. Nobody else stopped, other people just walked past. Hard NOT to draw the inference that it’s older women who pick up the pieces, isn’t it?!)
I sat for a little while, phoned Mr Beloved to let him know what had happened and settle myself, and then got on with the shopping.
I’m not sure why I fell over. Could be the medicat10n change – I’m definitely feeling a bit wonky lately. Then again, the pa1n itself (neur0path1c pa1n from my back injury as well as f1br0myalg1a) or the pa1nk1llers can make you a bit unsteady, too. I see my GP on the 30th and hopefully we’ll have time (after filling in a huge bit of government paperwork so I can see my psych0l0gist for 10 appointments this year) to discuss what’s going on.
In any case I think I won’t be driving by myself until we get this sorted out, which is frustrating. And I’ll call the psychiatrist tomorrow to make an appointment just to be on the safe side – she’s very up to date on medicat10ns and s1de effects, and I’ll need her to fill in a form for the university stuff anyway…
And now off to think about dinner.