Well, at least our summer hasn't been boring....

Friday evening, we were in the ER.  We, being Bev, myself, and former neighbor Julia.  Bev had tripped on a porch pallet and hit her face and head on the back doorway.  She remained calm and alert, as always, and I called the squad, and they arrived, and I was too doped (new meds) to follow the ambulance in my car, so I rode in front, and we got to the ER, and they took CAT scans, and Bev is in no danger, thank goodness.  However, the colorful aftermarks remain (photo posted with subject's okay):

Ouch!

First thing after getting back, I hauled away the porch pallets, leaving a gravel-only surface, which is safer, by far.  We're looking into having a sidewalk made--or, rather, a sidewalk extension.  Operation: Reduce Tripping Hazards has begun.

The main villain is arthritis, which has of course slowed down Bev's walking and made her less able to break a potential fall.  At least it's not an issue of seizures, or dopiness, or spatial disorientation (Bev is more "there" than I am, though that's maybe not saying a ton).  So mainly we have to minimize any potential for sudden disruption of footing.  I hope the cats are listening and taking notes.

Regarding the new meds I'm taking (and which initially doped me out)--one is for cholesterol, the other for blood pressure, the third for glucose.  Side effects have been annoying but mild.  I've been newly dx'ed with Diabetes Type II, which means that my borderline c. and blood pressure are no longer okay.  Must lose weight.  If age is just a number, then drugs are merely weird-sounding syllables.  And weight simply a readout on a digital scale.  And food choices nothing but word jumbles.  And....

In some alternate universe, time and space are going the other way, and people are reverse-aging.  And it seems totally normal to them.  In fact, they'd find our younger-to-older dimension pretty weird.

Lee