I haven't really had much on my ataxia to write about lately. I have no recent falls, nothing to say. Well, yesterday, Brandon and I went to books-a-million (the best store EVER) and then we went to target. I was looking at their swim suits when I rolled my ankle. I was pushing the buggy so I had something to hold onto, but my ankle didn't want to hold me up no matter how hard I gripped the buggy, and I more or less ended up sitting down. I think when things like this happen, and result in me sitting on the floor in a store, it embarrasses Brandon. His reaction is almost like "oh no, not again" and he hurriedly tries to get me off of the floor, all the while looking around to see if anyone is watching.
It's not like I intentionally fall in stores. You'd think he almost blames me when I draw attention. I sit there, on the floor, in pain, and he is rushing me to get up. All I am concerned about at the time is making sure my ankle stops so that I CAN get up. I don't need his attitude... I need him to laugh with me so that I don't feel so stupid.