It is at times like this when you realize again that if you fell down a well, your dog would think it was a new game you had invented.
One second you are standing on your feet, and the next you falling to the floor, unable to stop yourself.
This has happened to me three times since we have been in the Dark Heart of America. The first occurred when I walked into a back bedroom, stopped for a second, and then fell to the floor. I sat on the floor for a couple of minutes, not quite understanding what had just happened to me.
I have been suffering from ringing in the ears of late, and have experienced spasms in both hands - yes, I do have an appointment with a doctor when we return to the New York City of the Ozarks.
But still . . .
The second time happened in the living room, after setting up a DVD. I fell backwards and hit my head on on a chair.
Bearing in mind Goldfinger's remark to James Bond that once is happenstance, twice in coincidence, and three times is enemy action, the next time I fell was a doozy.
Outside with the fabled Action Dog - she of the several names - I fell as I was opening the back door to let her in, cutting my knee open and hitting my head on the air conditioner unit.
Action Dog, of course, thought it was a new game I had invented. While she is fully capable of leaping onto someone if they threatened one of us, simply falling to the ground is an excuse to play.
That's it, declared Tracy - no more long walks away from home for you.
We did some research on the Internet, and read that one of my medications may have reached toxic levels, and so we contacted my pharmacist, who advised me to cut back.
Now, I am back to just the spasms in my hands and the ringing in my ears.
As soon as we return to civilization, I'll be meeting with my doctor, and we'll get to the bottom of it all.
There is a helplessness to falling out of the blue, one second standing and the next flat on your ass, unable to to understand what the hell has happened.
I don't move as quickly right now, careful that I stay in an upright position. While I anticipate a return to full steadiness in a few weeks, I am not one of those damned fools who thinks things will go away on their own.
Quote of the Day
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he he will make a fool of himself too. - samuel Butler
Rerun Quote of the Day - my cat made me me repost this because I left off the last few words
Cats seem to go on the principle that it never doesn't do any harm to ask for what you want. - Joseph Wood Krutch