Free Fallin’


Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher

Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher

I fall.  For those of you who know me well, you know this about me.  It’s not that I feel I’m particularly clumsy; it’s just that I move at Mach 10, 125 miles per hour at most times.  I don’t saunter, I don’t meander, I don’t roam aimlessly.  You never want to go to an amusement park or mall with me – unless you can keep up.  I am a purpose-driven mover; therefore, I fall – a lot.

It really didn’t matter so much when I was younger, but now that I’m turned 29 years-old 25 times, the struggle is real, because now when I fall, I break.  It’s extremely annoying, mostly because it’s usually my ankle, which slows me down.  Yes, it’s been ribs, but mostly, it’s ankles.  And for the record, when you “fracture” your ankle, your shoe choices – for your good foot – become extremely limited, and by limited, I mean ugly.

I fractured my ankle this year on New Year’s Day in Durango.  It was snowing, my attention was diverted – I blame Lisa Ann – and while descending some steps on my way to the next adventure, I went down.  I knew I fractured it, but I waited a bit before I went to the orthopedic doc so I could avoid the whole cast thing.  You see, if you wait long enough you can typically negotiate down to a boot that can be removed at night – not my first rodeo. It’s an appalling apparatus, but nonetheless, by now I own it, and it has come in handy.

The past few weeks I have made an effort to be mindful in my movements.  You see, I do not want to go to the doctor or God forbid the hospital right now, and I know so many of my friends feel the same way.  But here’s the challenge with that.  Many of our friends and neighbors are putting off seeking medical attention for serious issues.  Emergency rooms are seeing that stroke and heart attack patients are not seeking immediate medical attention that they need, and they need it now.

I get it.  I truly do, but now more than ever, we have got to take care of ourselves.  Our hospitals in Fort Bend are some of the finest in the world, and they are taking the necessary precautions to protect both patients and staff, who I affectionately and reverently refer to as healthcare heroes. So, if you need medical attention, please go.  And if you go in the very near future, I’m sure I’ll see you there because now, I have a slap tear in my shoulder, and it requires surgery.  No, I didn’t fall.  It was a yoga incident – I blame Dee Dee.  Y’all do see how these “incidents” are never my fault, right?

So, I’m sure I’ll have to wear Tim’s button-up shirts for an extended period of time to accommodate an incredibly unattractive sling.  So, if anyone has rhinestones and a hot glue gun, can you help a girl out?  I’ll be the one-handed one in the ugly shirt.