I have been staring at this blank screen for two days-- staring at nothing but a title. Yes, the one you see up there.
As many of you already know I am a perpetual fall risk.
I have been trying for about two years to study and track when I fall. I have monitored the effects of my blood pressure, my allergies and even sodium, and now upon looking at the fall data from my Apple Watch I suspect hormones and the full moon may have an impact. Like the ocean and the tides, I suppose.
Sunporch as a cat haven
It has been almost a year since I bought this Apple Watch and it has been a year, a week and a couple days since I was last discharged from the hospital-- my first ever hospitalization for a fall.
On Sunday, I went out to my sunporch, and a cat had vomited on one of my new chairs so I went to clean it. And after scrubbing the cat vomit out of the chair, I went to throw it into the garbage can that we keep on the porch as part of our package opening station.
Now, this is where I understand but I don't understand. I knew and saw that the metal supports for one of the dog's place-stay platforms were in front of the garbage can. Somehow, I caught my foot on it (Can we blame cerebral palsy or could it have happened to anyone?) and I tripped. Unable to catch my balance, I fell.
Sunporch last Christmas
I landed with my hands in fists against my sternum, as if giving CPR to myself. I landed on a large block of stone that forms the step to my front door. The edge of the stone block hit underneath my breasts at the spot where a bra band should be, but I was in my pajamas.
I knocked my elbow pretty badly (it's bruised and bumpy) and I cut my leg and bruised my foot. But that blow to my chest-- my full body weight-- knocked the wind out of me. I walked into the house slowly and somehow ended up on the floor curled up against the dishwasher crying in pain as I pulled up my pajamas to see if I had any visible damage.
I did not.
But it hurt. It left my nerves shaken as these falls often do and it was VERY uncomfortable to sleep that night. I woke up in the morning curled up on my side so I took that as a good sign. It hurt mildly to stretch my arms or cough or laugh, but all-in-all I felt okay.
Today, I woke up feeling worse. I put on a workout top that supports everything so the weight of my breasts doesn't add more discomfort. But it definitely hurts worse. And walking is uncomfortable. Walking fast enough and long enough to increase my breathing often makes me stop and wait.
On top of all that, I got on a scale today. I've gained another 10 pounds. I wish I could say I didn't know how that was possible. But I know. I can't believe I've gained another 10 pounds in about three weeks.
So I went back to calorie counting today. And more importantly nutrient and macro "counting."
Hopefully tomorrow will be less painful-- because I have a job interview for a little something that might fit nicely into my life.
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