It’s Fall. In case you need a more literal explanation, this does not mean you should fall!
I am really trying to take in stride the fact that I am living with Parkinson’s and that means learning to live with some very annoying and sometimes limiting symptoms. But falling is not one I can laugh off and I also have a hard time accepting these falls as par for the course.

Yes, I had another fall. The fifth one this year, if you include the time I fell out of bed. When these falls happen, my immediate reaction is anger. Then I sit there and think about how these falling incidents are so stupid while I am also writhing in pain and holding an ice-cold soda can to my immediately swelling affected body parts.

At least I have been able to get myself up most of the time.  I also look back at where I fell and what caused it. A small lip on the step that wasn’t obvious, a small pothole in the pavement, something unseen and slippery. Anyone could fall because of these things. But most of the time a person can catch themselves, right their position, and keep their balance.  I must admit that my balance is failing. I used to be able to stand on one foot like a flamingo, absolutely still and balanced for 2-3 minutes at least. Now? Forget it! Lesson learned? Gravity is not kind to people with Parkinson’s.