Cabernet and an Allen Wrench

That is what my physical therapist said to me after my first fall. And yesterday I fell. Again. Jerry and I were in a grocery store and my foot got stuck on a rubber mat being used by a woman handing out samples of macarons. My prosthetic knee did bend so it definitely slowed down my fall, but I managed to pull many muscles in my residual thigh. As I lay on the floor, waiting to catch my breath and regain my composure, a flurry of staff people appeared, one of whom I was pretty sure was the manager. After I assured him I didn't want to fill out any forms or file a complaint, he and Jerry hoisted me up. I had tried the method my PT had shown me to get up from the floor, but I really was in too much pain to do it myself. I'm still in pain today, but I can walk, so I'm confident I didn't break anything this time. I see my physical therapist today, so she can help me figure out what is best to do. Walking? Not walking? Icing? Heating? She will have the answers. So whi...

Last evening was the annual Barcs Wedding. It truly is a grand affair. Every year two Barcs alumni dogs get "married." It is held at the Lord Baltimore Hotel. Cocktails, wine, a not fancy but delicious dinner catered by Blue Pit, and dancing. Last year I went to the wedding using a walker, and I was sure I would be walkong unaided this year. But a broken hip changed all that. I use a cane at home and seriously considered going to the event using just the cane, but my better sense prevailed and I went using the walker. I recently got a pair of dressy trousers and I wore them, paired with a glittery top I got at a second-hand store in Reykjavik. The great thing about baggy pants is that my prosthesis, as well as my misshapen thigh, are hidden. I still hate the walker but I was glad to have it. I am doing well, and I would hate to fall for the sake of vanity. It was so fun to see Barcs staff and volunteers out of their usual jeans and t-shirts, all dolled up for the even...