Ouch.

This picture I took at Bob's house back in June. I must have taken hundreds of pictures of these guys in an attempt to get this one of him making his throat do this. Look, it's all huge and pink. It's not normally like that. He just does it sometimes. I have no idea why; I should study it and learn, but I think it's cool. One day I'll learn what is happening. I think this one is a chameleon because they are usually green, but this one is brown right here. The pictures I got of the same guy earlier showed him to be green. Go figure.

Now, the real news of the day. I went walking by myself because Don was watching football. It was a gorgeous day and I made it 4 driveways down the street before I fell. No speed bump. No excuse. Just clumsy, I think. I really have fallen a lot in my life. But this is now and I'm 61. I confirmed today that my bones are pretty good because I didn't break anything besides more skin. I skinned the same knee that I skinned yesterday, so that knee is really angry with me. I skinned both hands, again, so my hands and knee are starting to look a lot like raw hamburger meat. This time I hit my bottom lip and chin on the street, too, so I look like I've been whipped. (Don might have wanted to when I came in all bloody, again, but he helped me to clean up with peroxide and silver water.) So, I also confirmed that I don't have Alzheimer's because I attempted to catch my fall. I also learned that my teeth must be pretty good, since I didn't chip any. Also, I noted that they were knocked a bit awry, but they've already shifted back into place. (I wear those bands on my teeth every other night to keep the gaps closed. It frustrates me that my teeth won't stay where I put them, but, now, I'm glad they don't because I put them really wacky for a while today. So, I learned that I am glad my teeth move back into position, and I'm glad I can close the gaps with bands every other night.) I also scraped my chest and my belly; I guess it's a good thing I have some fat on my chest and belly or I might have broken a rib. Whew. I'm glad I got some use out of it before I lose it. Ha!

So, I'm all stove up; my body is really hacked about the treatment it's been getting lately. First I jogged and now I'm crashing. I jogged on purpose and gave that up readily. I'm willing to give up this falling, but, I think I can't be trusted. I think I will only get to walk on the treadmill when Don isn't going with me. I give thanks for the treadmill. I give BIG thanks for falls that only hurt, not tragic falls! God is really good to me! Maybe Don will let me walk if I promise to use the cane for balance and quit swinging it for exercise? We'll see.