no stumblingYup, I’m tripping, full on tripping.

Not the cheeky little stumbles outside a shop or the blasted foot drop by the car when I grab the handle and…..fall to the ground.

Nope. This is the time I really should wear my, ‘I’m Not Drunk, I Have MS’ t-shirt.

I’m tripping all over the place, and it’s embarrassing. I crashed into a wall (a wall) at the end of a lecture last week. Fail. I fell over in the newsagent’s, ‘blimey, these weekend papers get heavier every weekend, huh??’ Fail.

I took Halloween goodies to the nephews and tripped over a stray pebble. Meh. It’s getting less and less funny, if it ever was.

Why can’t I have an illness where I look completely normal? If there is such a thing.

I seem to have this weird, stompy walk, a bit like the models in Paris do on the catwalk, one foot overlapping the other. Difference is, they keep on going. And turn. With me, I overlap once and whayhey, I’m gone. Like Naomi Campbell without the, um, model looks.

It’s all the more desperate for me as I used to walk in heels. I know, me! High heels. I can’t speak of inches without wincing. Italian, finely crafted leather. Bee-Yoo-Tiful. Believe it or not, it has been remarked that I (used to) not only walk, I saaaaashay(ed). No longer. I wear flat boots for daytime and flat boots in the evening. In short, meh, frumpy.

I am often found staring at women in heels, with a longing bordering on the weird. D’ya see? Did Ya? Her??? In those – solemn, light a candle- heels? No?

Those days have long gone and as I take out my delicately-embroidered handkerchief in black, I regret. All those days I thought I looked absurd, ridiculous in high heeled boots, opaque tights and denim shorts, striding across that bridge in Austria.

If I could do it all again, I would.

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6 thoughts on “Trippin’

  1. Angela says:

    Ah, I hear you! Having worked in fashion industry, I’d never ever worn flats until I was in my 30’s…I could’ve done cartwheels in stilettos! So it was a very sad day when I chucked out all my high heels, realising I’d never be able to walk in them again. Thank god for flat shoes being on trend, it has been a fairly seamless transition! I have however discovered kitten heels…not for daily wear of course but for the odd wedding/night out that requires a glamorous presence and just a little standing up (I gave up on dancing a while back!!) A great excuse for a taxi there and back too!

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Hey! loving the kitten heels idea!!! If I could just find a young(ish) man to accompany me, lol.
      Flats can be grim, but I am trying so, so hard to ‘rock’ the look. Flat shoes are definitely bang on trend but the ones I like are pretty expensive.
      Last time I went out, I had jeans on. And a hoodie. They barred me, meh.

  2. tony cardis says:

    It’s a huge step

  3. The uni I go to was made in the 50’s so there are steps (thankfully with railings tho or I would not be able to manage), everywhere :/ i have had to say I’ve messed up my knee, fell, twisted my ankle when people ask about my limping/falling :p I don’t really care if people know I have MS but don’t really feel like trying to explain every time what is wrong and since about 80% of the students are under 25, they often have no idea what MS is so would have to explain

    the lack of sexy shoes has never been a problem for me, couldn’t walk in them before diagnoses lol so not a huge loss for me. but I can see how it could be a problem for a shoe person if I replace “shoe” with the word “bag. I have had to give up most of my nice one shoulder bags since they throw me way off balance lol

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Me too!!! I have a whole stash of lovely bags but they tip me over 🙁 I now cram as much as I can in to my jacket pockets. Not quite the same really.
      My uni is pretty good as it’s fairly new. But it still doesn’t stop me falling in to walls. Think it would have been much more dramatic if I’d gone flying across the floor rather than slumping with my face against a poster. Meh.

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