Not a smart move

I had a big day planned for Tuesday: meet with Heidi at 11, have lunch with Barry, then go to my music class at the 92^nd Street Y. But before all that, I planned to go to morning services at synagogue because Tuesday was the anniversary of my father’s passing, and there is a traditional prayer said on that day, the same one that is said daily for the year after a parent dies. It was a great plan but it didn’t quite happen. I got up, showered, and dressed and headed downstairs with some laundry and other things in my hands, and promptly managed to slip and fall down a few of the hardwood steps, landing on my derriere. Definitely not a good move. Barry came running and I was fortunately able to get up and walk. I communicated with my doctor (via e-mail) who suggested that I take some Tylenol or Advil and see how it was going after 24 hours. By later in the afternoon I was feeling better and was able to attend the evening synagogue services. I’m glad to say that it is about 36 hours later as I write this, and although I’m still definitely sore, I think I’ll be okay.

Mostly I am just feeling quite stupid. How did I let that happen? The last time I fell over my own two feet, I was able to blame the chemotherapy. But months after the last dose? Maybe I was distracted. I have continued to have trouble reading, and I had “practiced” saying the mourners’ prayer (it is in Hebrew, and my skills are rudimentary at best) a couple of times in the hopes that I wouldn’t trip over it (so to speak) too badly. The practice didn’t go too well, and perhaps that was sufficient distraction. And poor Barry was just beside himself, back to feeling he still has to watch my every move.

Barry taught his class early this morning and then came home, where I’ve been all day. Dina and Aaron and the children were driving back to Sharon from a few days in Philadelphia, and stopped to have lunch with us, always a treat.

Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve spent time compiling information to send to our accountant for our 2012 tax returns and getting some other matters in order, and I have continued to do some clean-up of our home office. Yesterday I came across piles of pictures taken in various locations, but most were not dated and I was unable to recall exactly when we took some of those trips. So I organized them the best that I could. By the time I finally finish cleaning up our home office it will be time to start the next round of clean-up. But hopefully I won’t let it go for another 15-20 years this time!

Please everyone do everything you can to stay safe!

 

Love,

Rebecca