I know befriending the floor isn't an aberration for us MS-ers and before I was diagnosed I took some horrible spills while running --always blamed pot holes that weren't there. Since being diagnosed, I've been a weeble. I wobble, look drunk but have been able to find a wall or piece of furniture to stay up right.
A few days ago while awaiting my brothers arrival at the busy airport, I lost my balance (I think the dizzying flow of people caused) and there were no available walls. I fell backwards, knocked over the signs that said no one beyond this point, bounced off the floor and lay there shocked for a minute. Others, to include security rushed to my rescue. Fortunately, just a lot of bruises, especially my pride.
I don't know why, but I told all the would be rescuers as if to explain, "it's ok, I have MS"
After brushing myself off and standing up, I became teary eyed. I do so well most of the time and falling felt so out of control and such a harsh reminder that I do indeed have MS.
Now I know, 1 fall in the scheme of things is nothing and I am so grateful for the mobility I do still have. But I wanted to tell my little episode to those I knew would understand.
If you've read this far. Thanks! For listening 💕