My name is John and I have peripheral neuropathy. I drop at least one of my many pills every day. Not sure exactly why, but it happens. All the time now. And then I struggle to pick up what is far below me on the ground. With my joint issues, bending my knees and getting down to the floor is tough some days and impossible on others. My mobility isn't what it used to be. Read more here.
I've spilled lots of things and have gotten to the point of expecting it to happen. Although I never want to make a mess. Still, I sometimes do. But on the plus side, if I drop something early in the day maybe I can go for a few hours without dropping anything else. Not particularly logical, but then neither is neuropathy.
Besides pills, I've dropped spinach leaves, baby carrots, cherry tomatoes, more pills, the lids to pills, crumbs, chocolate chips, tangerine peels, water and other liquids, potato chips, cashews, almonds, soap, my comb, my phone, my keys and more. It's always something and then of course it takes time to pick up what has fallen. For more about my pain journey, please read Let's Talk about Saying "Owww!" or Let's Talk about Pain.
What else has slipped through my fingers? You name it, I've probably launched it to the floor. Things like shampoo bottles. Socks. Cheese. Crackers. Deodorant. Fiber. At first I thought maybe I was going through a phase, but no, this is my life now.
And then there are the things that have dropped off my plate. (After I dropped the plate, of course!) Things I can't do anymore. Run out and get the mail for example. Put on shoes without help. Ambulate without a walker. You can read more about my neuropathy journey here and about some of the changes I've faced here. For a bit of "walker humor" please read this.
Things that I used to be able to easily do are dropping off my To-Do List. And they're either being done by various angels of mercy or just not getting done. But no matter what, I still try to do something. Help a little. Like when I stood up at the sink washing out the hummingbird feeders to pack them for next year. It wan't much, but it felt good to contribute. To do what I can.
Truth is, every little bit helps. It does. And each small effort reminds us that there are things we can do. So don't give up. Ever. Keep trying. Let's talk.
Thanks for listening.
John
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