Originally Posted by Blessings2You

I really hate it when reality ups and slaps you in the kisser. Ya know?

This was one of those days when I wanted to lie right down on the floor at work and wail "I can't do it anymore!!" My ankles kept disappearing under me, my balance was flooey, my legs were buzzing, I kept dropping things.

Saturday I'm going to break down and buy a rollator/rolling walker thing for walking back and forth to work, trips to the grocery store, etc. It's not pride that's been making me put it off, it's being reluctant to accept that I'm deteriorating. Reality, in other words. Too many close calls.

Poor me, wah wah.