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Falling Down 2

Well. I’ve managed to do it again.

In the daylight this time.

In the middle of my home city.

Whilst I was on the floor, trying to retrieve my beloved headphones and thankfully resting on my rucksack that took most of the brunt of the fall, 2 people passed by and didn’t say a word.

Not a ‘Are you ok’ ‘Do you want a hand?’

I brushed the dirt off my leg. Winced as my thumb started to throb.

Ah well I thought.  I’m sort of getting used to this now and realise a cane is nearer for me than I thought.

It would alert me to obstacles and these little unseen dangers for me.

Depth perception isn’t good at all.

As I was laid on the ground, I THEN saw the little kerb I didn’t see from above.

Resigned to the fact this will happen unless I sort out how to receive cane training and should just give up pretending I can see alot better than I can.

I did try to think positively in the moment though.

Maybe I don’t look old, not enough to panic people into thinking I could be breaking a hip anytime soon.

Always a silver lining.

PICTURE DESCRIPTION Picture of brown haired cartoon girl walking then falling over kerb and laying on the floor crying
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An honest, warts & all sightloss blog about living with a rare genetic eye condition, Macular Dystrophy, Stargardt's Disease. To track how this progresses in myself. Hopefully help others & bring awareness. Let's see what happens next...

3 thoughts on “Falling Down 2

  1. Great pictures. I’m sorry this happened to you, and I’m sorry no one offered to assist you. That is inexcusable on their part. Having used multiple assistive devices, I subscribe to the theory that if you wonder if you need one, you probably do. I hope you aren’t too sore from the fall.

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    1. Thank you so much for your support ☺ it’s always noticed and appreciated. Very wise words and yes it is time to sort that out I think. A big step that no doubt I will procrastinate on until I do it again .

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