What a compliment

I met an indie author at the Schaumburg (IL) Library last Saturday. After the meeting she sent me this note: "It was a pleasure meeting you and I want to say that I think you are inspirational!"

A Scary Situation

Last night, after going to bed, I had to get up. Of course the light was off, and although I've slept in that bedroom for over eleven years, I managed to trip over something. The effect was (as it always is) I fell before you can say a one-syllable word. The one syllable word that did come out of my mouth was "FUCK!"


In one fall I had somehow managed to hurt my shins and calves, I'll have bruises in a few days, and hit the back of my head on the hardwood floor.


My falls always happen so quickly, and I've no idea how this one happened or what I tripped over. That's what makes this fall scarier than others. Scary because not only did I hurt myself more than I usually do, but I also hit my head on a hard surface in the process. The idea occurred to me "It may not be a good idea to go to bed immediately after hitting one's head I may not wake up" but then remembered I'd hit my head harder when I fell backwards off a bar stool in the kitchen a few years back. I was fine then I reasoned, I'm fine now. Today, not unexpectedly, I have a headache.


I've always had bad balance. It had been getting better, but since the beginning of September it's gotten worse. Also, I don't usually hurt myself when I fall (about once a week); the most I get is road rash. This fall feels little more significant. That in itself is scary too.