It was late. I dropped the TV remote on the bedroom floor. No biggie. I was sitting on my commode (don’t worry, it was in its chair configuration!) and was reasonably close to the ground. No thinking involved, I leaned over to pick it up as I’ve done many, many times. But my hands now have the propensity to drop everything.
And I lost my balance — just slipped off the chair. No damage, no foul. It wasn’t even a fall as I still had hold of the chair with my knees on the floor. Ironically, for an atheist, I now found myself in the supplicant kneeling position of my Roman Catholic upbringing. Maybe a higher being was trying to tell me something?
I hung on like a novice swimmer clings to the side of the pool; experience told me I might not get back to dizzying heights easily.
I was right!
I’ve been battling a constant urinary tract infection (UTI) since the end of November. I’d forgotten to take an antibiotic some three hours earlier and the UTI had got me. There was no power.
My feet, bloated by edema, were beginning to hurt. I phoned my wife, who was downstairs, for help.
We’ve been here before — this is how I ended up being a patient columnist in the first place. I’d written a comedic piece about a fall a few years ago. I was then trapped last year in my bedroom for nearly a month by a muscular problem in my left leg caused by dragging my near-lifeless right leg around. It’s sorted now by doing regular physio exercises. (Note to self: Need to do some, rather than writing this!) On a whim, I sent the column into Multiple Sclerosis News Today. And I was offered this weekly column!
I was in a complete floppy state, so my wife tried to use the Mangar Airflo Plus. Luckily, it only inflated three-fourths until it ran out of juice. I was perilously clinging on and flailing about like a drowning man. I could have hurt myself, but a mania about not being defeated takes over my psyche.
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