This morning, I stepped out of bed and my legs gave way and I fell. I'm still sleeping in my office, so I fell on my office chair, which has wheels and it rolled, I rolled with it and smacked into a small cabinet, which broke my fall.
Good thing I didn't end up on the floor. Bad thing, I twisted my back on this short journey with my chair and now I hurt here and there, but nothing serious.
Except the fact of this being a warning signal.
Except the fact that I need help.
I've known this for some time, I have made inquires. Formal ones for paid help. I will definitely do more today.
When I call to find out about help for myself, without fail people at the other end think I'm calling for my mother. Simply because I don't sound the way I feel.
Yesterday, I felt terrible all day, but decided to still move on with my day and do what I could and what was needed around here. It went well and at the end of the day, I felt happily accomplished.
I now think I couldn't tolerate my new inhaler. I have another one that I got from the NP in my doctor's office up here. I think I will tolerate that one better.
But enough about me, the winner of the Fat Bear Title is no youngster either:
Fat Bear of 2021 -- Otis