Instead of going for a walk along the road again yesterday, Richard said he’d go with me if we went up the hill with him into Forest Service property. Cool beans! New territory, let’s go! The thoughts did not connect in my mind that this could mean uneven ground…
I fell not once but twice, the second being worse as we were traveling down hill. My right ankle twisted, ended up underneath me, and I landed once again precariously and painfully on my right sitting bone and contorting my left ankle. This time I had to wait sometime for the pain in my left ankle to subside before trying to get back up. No broken bones, but more injury when all I’m focused on doing is healing and being as active as I can.
I did not cry but wanted to. Later I acknowledged in my mind crying would have been okay and quite understandable. I could not have been more disappointed with myself. It’s as if I’d spent all day baking cookies only to drop them all on the floor, standing there aghast with an empty plate wondering what in the heck happened.
Last night I was a zombie, icing everything I possibly could and my brain was absolutely fried. I am doing okay today, not trying to rest too much because that’s when things really tighten up. No doubt about it, either a cane or walking stick when on uneven ground.
Reinjuring previously injured areas is quite disheartening. I’ve not struggled with balance issues as much as I have since the last car accident. Sad how Brain Injuries really are cumulative. I just know I’ll be worse off if I stop being active.