I walk with a cane as my left hip and knee are in bad shape. My therapist insisted I get a cane a couple of years ago when my knee gave out, and I fell down the steps at my psych clinic.
I don’t know what happened at first today. I tripped and fell in the street. A woman in a car saw me fall, stopped, and asked if I needed help. I was mostly worried about getting run over.
Getting off the bus at my apartment, I figured out what happened when I nearly fell again. I was carrying my backpack in my hand on my bad side. It bumped into my cane moving it in the way of my foot.
I guess I’m going to have to keep the backpack on my back and not carry it.
well I’m just glad you learned what you did…I DON’T fall down EVER…it would be disastrous if I fell and I am very , very careful. especially around walking over dogs in the night.