Sunday, March 31, 2013

fall risk

My first foray into blogging.  I'm sure you too thought this would be about food, cooking and feasting, and not about hospitals, brains and rehab.  I'd rather give you the former but feel I need to give you the latter. 

So why fall risk?
When I got admitted to the hospital from the ER (see symptoms and admittance post below) they out fitted me with this snazzy bracelet which just cracked me up.  I've always been a bit of a clutz (as many of you can attest to!) - my dad lovingly called me Miss Grace when I was a kid and I've always held fast to that term of endearment.  Then as my best friend Becky pointed out what a great way to make me feel young again!  But in a more metaphorical sense it is also appropriate.  I am seriously a control freak (ok don't everyone suck in your breath at once in shock!), and as such falling, or letting myself fall or have the appearance of falling is a real perceived risk to me,  I want to be in control of me, I don't want to need help from anyone else mostly because I don't want to be a burden to anyone, I don't want to worry them or cause them pain.  I want to be the care taker not the one needing care.  But the very few times in my life when I've had to fall and let others pick me up it is the most humbling, loving, overwhelming experience I've been privileged to have. Only 3 days into this adventure and I'm already experiencing the same.  Can't say I recommend the fall part but thank you to all you lovely people for being there to pick me back up. 

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