Allow me to explain the ways

As a REAL Senior, I hear about a falling incident every single day.

Actually, we start when we start to learn how to walk -- usually falling down at every few steps and end up LAUGHING as only a sweet child can. So much fun - two steps and down we go.

As female teenagers we start to fall in a different way - some may say it is a "crush" on either a great male teacher or start to notice those gorgeous hunks in the movies . Yup, we sure do fall!

During our dating years (at least in MY ERA) we like one boy more than another -- which often ends with schoolgirl sorrow. We pick ourselves up and start all over again until for most of us we meet Mr. Right, get married, have a child and watch "falling" all over again.

My first obvious public fall was during my Ballet Solo on toe shoes (I still feel the pain in my toes) and I fell toward the end - gracefully got up, finished my solo, took my bow and tearfully left the stage only to hear that most of the audience thought it was part of my act. Weird

I had to be different. While performing in New York City, I was in a rush to get to a rehearsal and fell down the two levels of the 42nd St. subway entrance and I am sure that GOD was with me and the lady I fell into - we both survived. I ended up with two sprained ankles and both wrists - thank goodness - nothing broken. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!

As you, my readers, all know that I have suffered from Fibromyalgia for a total of 50 years now. Every year the attack would hit one part of my body confusing ALL Doctors of just why I was hurting, here, then there, and everywhere: one place at a time.

My husband and my sister (who often helped in our Studio) would walk to a favorite restaurant for dinner and suddenly I would disappear! Where? On the ground. My legs would suddenly give way, and down I would go. Happening too often, my GREAT Doctor I finally found said not to walk and use crutches or a wheelchair. The pain in my thighs increased, and I was put into a special Arthritic Hospital for bed rest, and wet heat treatments. NOTHING! Then came 17 injections in each thigh of cortisone. Two years of living in a wheelchair with a great husband who never complained and I slowly returned to "normal" walking. LOTSA FUN!

Now, still realizing that one can still "fall" for a celebrity, I found one even BETTER than Manilow. But physical falling with friends all around me became an epidemic. Friends on the internet telling about their falling and bones broken. Around here: ankles, knees, hips, arms and legs breaking to almost everyone I knew. Of course, I could not be different. Yes, I did fall - a great deal but just ended with huge black and blue marks until a month after my 80th birthday when chasing a DAMN cricket, I turned fast and fell on my left hand. Got up on my knees and left arm just hung loosely.

Creeping for three and a half hours to get to the phone, called 911 and soon ended up with every bone BROKEN from elbow to shoulder. The operation was very long, and recovery - NOT FUN!

So, here I am a result - finally - of falling and matching others with broken bones held together by a long steel rod. I can type and drive, but no more art work or lifting for yours truly thus starting a whole new era in my life.

So, one can fall from about a year old to VERY OLD, fall for a celebrity, and fall and break bones, and still be around to try to stop falling any more. For some they recover very well, for me? Well, just say I am back again as that one-year old struggling to walk (with a cane) --- but by gum, I WILL! Hope none of you fall physically and ONLY for that someone special we all adore.

Allow me to end with a cute story about my African Grey. For the last month, I found the napkin I put some of my food on for her to eat (she likes people food more than birdie food) - all torn up and wet from her water dish. This morning I found out why. I keep large pieces of cardboard by the two sides of her cage so she can munch on that and not her feathers. There she was, dipping a piece of the napkin in the water and putting it on the cardboard (extra thick) to soften it up so she can tear it apart more easily.

I am such a PROUD MAMA of a gorgeous - SMART, bird! I lead such a strange life!

Thanks for allowing me to share, and FALL ONLY IN A GOOD WAY!

Marian

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