Falling Down Sad

Hatshepsut

While, in the past, I've been reasonably coordinated, since my husband's death I've felt that my timing is a bit off.

Earlier this week I took a bad fall. Fortunately, I only have a badly-sprained wrist and a cracked knee cap.

A word to the wise. Be careful of the side-effects of grief in all their permutations.

Hatshepsut

Beckymarie

I agree the effects of
I agree the effects of grieving are physical as well as emotiona. I think part of it is lack of good, natural sleep. I would love 8-10 hours of non-medicated sleep. Hope your injuries are not too serious. You are in my thoughts.

grandmafay

Accidents
I think our minds are often elsewhere. I actually scraped my car on the corner of my own garage on Christmas Eve. I honestly don't remember anything after getting in the car until I realized I was scraping the car. Fog of grief is real. I am naturally clumsy so I can't blame falls or bumps on that. My husband used to say they could draw a chalk line on the sidewalk and I'd trip over it. Only a little bit of an exaggeration. I really try to be more careful now that I am alone. I don't have him around to help me up any more. Fay

david54

I haven't injured myself
I haven't injured myself physically but I am not sleeping well. I guess lack of sleep definitely has physical consequences. What happens to me is I swear I hear my wives voice calling me from another room in the house. This usually happens around 1-2 AM. Then my adrenaline kicks into high gear and I can't go back to sleep until 4-5 AM and then back to work at 0700.

onlyhuman

I too have become unco
On my sad days, I find myself not able to park the car properly. My new found lack of coordination sometimes makes me wonder if I am just too tired. Who knew grief was such a strain to the body?

Beckymarie

david54 said:

I haven't injured myself
I haven't injured myself physically but I am not sleeping well. I guess lack of sleep definitely has physical consequences. What happens to me is I swear I hear my wives voice calling me from another room in the house. This usually happens around 1-2 AM. Then my adrenaline kicks into high gear and I can't go back to sleep until 4-5 AM and then back to work at 0700.

Tired
It has only been 3 1/2 months since my Terry passed away and I am tired. Tired of being tired and struggling through the day with mental and physical exhaustion. The rare nights that I get some decent, uninterrupted sleep, I can face the day with a more positive attitude. Otherwise everything is an effort. I also find my self getting very short with people, no patience...I really don't like to see that in myself. Oh well, just ranting. Time to get on with my day.

3Mana

Everything is different
Funny how things happen like that. Where did you fall? Hope your knee cap is okay, but I bet it hurts alot too.
I always worry about something happening like that and not having my husband around to help. He always did everything for me and now I feel helpless. But we'll all get through this I guess and will just have to take one day at a time.

Noellesmom

not grieving but
I am the caregiver for my husband. About a month after his diagnosis I managed to give myself a third degree burn on the forefinger of my right hand - they were talking skin grafts when I FINALLY three days later went to have it checked.

I didn't even feel it while it was burning. That is so not like me.

I know it is because my mind was just all over the place.

My hand is fine now but it really woke me up to how asleep I was to many things while dealing with this cancer.

Did I ever tell y'all how much I hate cancer?