Unexplained falls and bad timing

I can’t even begin to articulate what I am feeling these days because what I’m feeling is a range of highs and lows.

I’m editing books, planning presentations, talking with writers about their books—- and still dealing with blood pressure fluctuations and high heart rate notifications.

We haven’t had heat so far this winter and the outdoor temperature this week has been highs of the low thirties and lows in the twenties. The interior of my home has been 45 degrees in the morning.

With any luck, the part for the furnace will arrive tomorrow and my repair is scheduled for Wednesday morning.

And even that, I handled well. Until I fell this morning. A real fall. An unexplained fall.

My AppleWatch didn’t even notice and I hit my head hard enough I scared myself.

I had made myself a beautiful egg and yellow pepper omelette that ended up on the floor with me. I ate it anyway.

I turned to carry my plate into the dining room and stumbled and went down as if I didn’t even at feet beyond my ankles.

I felt so vulnerable for the rest of the day I curled up on the couch and alternated between episodes of 1,000 Pound Sisters and The Sopranos.