So, this whole falling down thing is getting a little OLD.
Fell as I was getting out of my truck at the grocery store on Saturday.
Just fell down between my bed and the bathroom and smacked the hell out of my face. Sitting here with ice on my head.
It’s not a traction thing, it’s not a passing out thing, it’s not a I’m-drunk-and-passing-out thing, it’s not a being dizzy thing, it’s not a knee thing. It’s a muscular thing. It’s as if my legs just can’t support my weight, or that I just lose control of my quads and hamstrings all at the same time and I end up like a pile of jello on the floor. The disconcerting thing is that now that it’s happened a couple (like 5) times, I know when it’s going to happen….and I still can’t do anything about it but hold on for the ride.
Ugh. I joke about being a ‘tard, but, seriously, what.the.fuck.
