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Lurching about, limping, gimping, and sometimes stumbling inside the house I sometimes feel I am making some progress.
Not so sure when I was still in hospital in rehab and the therapists and nurses constantly warning me about the dangers and probability of a broken hip. As if a broken hip is a right of passage for stroke victims recovering.
I don't know.
I've been pretty steady inside so far. There have been times when my balance has been threatened and I have been able to recover, but I know I am going to have to break this habit of leaning on things as I move about, because I keep having visions and perceptions of falling and cracking my melon on something, especially in middle of night when I get up from sleep and go into bathroom across the hall to pee I always instinctively lay the heel of my right hand on the sink right inside the door.
Everything is a balancing act, but I am determined I am going to be walking independently again, eventually, even if I do end up not walking perfectly.
I follow these two physical therapists on Youtube for tips on exercises for foot drop and my left arm and hand, and today, on their recommendation, I shelled out $125 for an ankle brace device that they say will correct that problem, at least artificially. So, we shall see.
I have fallen down only twice since returning home, both times outside on concrete, most recently on Mothers Day, outside a motel, in the rain, at 6AM. All I could do was lay there and laugh at the absurdity of it all.
So far I have not suffered any further injuries, but I know I need to slow down when I am scrambling about.
Pre-stroke I had been saving for what I had expected to be a move to a new residence 150miles north of where I am now, but since I am probably going to require some assistance from here on out I have lost hope for independent living and have been throwing money around left and right on crap I know I don't need, but guess I am filling a void to compensate.
Time will tell, I suppose.