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Fear of Falling

Falling has been in the news lately.  Or maybe I’m just noticing it.

Seven years ago, I fell and broke my hip. I remember how upset I was in the emergency room when the doctor told me that it was highly likely that I wouldn’t be alive in a year.  It is true that a broken hip is often the beginning of a quick deterioration, but that is not what you want to hear in an emergency room. 

Anyhow, I’m still here.

But all this news about stumbling has not fallen on deaf ears.  I find that I am paying more attention as I walk along the uneven Cambridge sidewalks.  I try to remember to use the railing when I go up and down stairs.  My balance is quite good and I do weight-bearing exercise to keep it that way, but I still pay attention.

Yet, the other day I did something foolish.  My foot was asleep when I got up from the sofa.  Rather than shake it awake, I put my weight on it.  It buckled and as a result I had a swollen and painful ankle for about two weeks, despite my icing and elevating it.  It could have been worse. 

Just another reminder that now, more than ever, caution is required.


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