The quality of my life has improved a great deal over the past couple of years. I am slowly learning how to be independent and love trying new things. Even though I love my new life, I know that it isn't perfect and I will always have physical challenges.
While I was doing laundry yesterday, I fell to the floor... hard. I could feel the pain surge from my knees to my back and was grateful that John wasn't underfoot. I quickly got to my feet and brushed off the pain.
Hours later, our downstairs neighbor told Steve that there was a loud bang earlier in the day, which resulted in her light fixture falling to the floor. Of course, I was horrified and felt terrible.
Falling has always been a part of my life and always will be. Sure, things may be better now that I am on new medication, but the truth is, I will never be like my friends. I'm just glad that I can look in the mirror and be truly happy about the person I turned out to be.