I usually try to be positive about this screwed up brain and body I have. I always refuse to curl up and cry.
But every once in a while, there'll be something small that is a slap in my face, reminding me my world is really, really different now.
Tonight I was hobbling around in my kitchen, and I heard scraping on the tile floor. Then my cane slipped! Just one of those slight butterfly feelings in my stomach with that because I was still standing. Again as I was moving around, I heard that scraping sound.
So I flipped my cane over and saw what was causing the scraping noise.
I have worn out the hard rubber foot of my cane!
Not that big a deal (though I have no clue where to find a replacement), except it really depressed me. I've used a cane so much I wore it out! I remember when I used to wear out the the heels) of my boots. That was because I WALKED, unaided, all over the place!
Now I just hobble around.