OK, I have now drunk the coffee and eaten the Twiz. I stand up - which always unsettles me. I have two mugs on the table and can't quite pick up both of them with one hand. They slip as I am holding them and I have to re-grasp them. Then there is a side plate with the Twiz wrapper on it. As I stand up it blows off the plate onto the floor. I bend and pick it up - feeling a bit wooshy - and put it back on the plate. I step forward again and it blows off again so I repeat the exercise. These little things craze me. I know this could be normal stuff in action - but my impaired balance/co-ordination just seems to reinforce feelings of hoplessnenes which then kick starts my depression. The problem is that I can't get away from these physical snaffus these days. In fact, I am just like one of those old silent comedians who perpetually have problems with objects. Everything for me is now a bar of soap, a banana skin or a pot of glue. Everything seems to have a mind of its own.
These days - I'm also acutely aware of the transition from sitting still to moving. It's something that previously I would have taken for granted. I appreciate that age may have a part to play in this as getting up is now accompanied by an habitual groan. However, moving or being still was just a natural thing and the alternation between the two was also natural. But not any more. Hey ho.
The picture above was taken at Bacton a couple of years before I became ill. I would have extreme problems doing this now :-).