I am on way more medication than the average person, in addition I believe my chosen suicide attempt method messed up my brain to some extent.  As a result of those things, my balance can be pretty bad at times.  This morning was a reminder to me about just how bad my balance is.

We are still in Augusta, at my parents house.  Farrol (my husband) and I were heading out to pick up biscuits for everyone.  A couple of houses down from my parents a new family is moving in.  The father was trying to get a UHaul truck up his driveway but he was having some difficulty. Farrol walked down there to give the family a hand with getting the truck up to the top of the driveway.  Initially, I stayed at the car, then I changed my mind.  I stepped off the curb to walk down the road and I am not sure quite what happened.

The next thing I am aware of is my face being firmly planted on the road, my glasses flying off of my face and both my hands and one knee being in pain. When my husband saw me laying on the road, he got scared ran to where I was and helped me up.  My nose is scraped up, under my nose is cut and it is hard to tell from my pictures, but my chin is scrapped up too.  My face hurts.  There is some swelling, fortunately not too much.

All in all, considering I did not even get my hands out to stop myself and my face hit the pavement, the damage is minor.  The only troublesome thing is that I really do not remember the fall itself.  I just remember standing up right and then my nose is on the pavement and out of the corner of my eye I can see my glasses flying.

Now that it has been a couple of hours since I fell, my body is definitely getting sore.  Sore back, sore neck, sore arms….ugh!