My Christmas holiday was like an old episode of TV’s “The Fall Guy.”

Well, sort of.

It had nothing to do with Lee Majors, star of the action-adventure series from the 1980’s.  Nor did it have anything to do with being a Hollywood stuntman turned bounty hunter (the plot of the show).

I suppose the only thing my holiday had in common with the show was the title.

You see, I was “The Fall Guy.”

 

 

 

I had a fall the week before Christmas.  A hard fall.  Probably the hardest fall in my 18 years with multiple sclerosis,

 

My fumble-feet stumbled over each other causing me to go head-first onto the garage floor.

Lying on my belly, I raised my melon head to the sight & sound of blood gushing out as if squirting from a faucet.

I screamed more than a few expletives, pissed at myself & pissed at MS, for falling.  My son heard the commotion and came to see what happened.  Upon sight of all the blood, he grabbed a phone and dialed 911.

Soon enough, we had a firetruck and an ambulance on the scene, along with enough feelings of guilty ridiculousness on my part to fill BOTH vehicles.

A few hours later I rolled out of the hospital ER (in a wheelchair of course) with four stitches in my brow, a mushed face and a bruised ego.

Other than that I was fine.

 

In fact, I was well enough to turn my plight into a fun game for all ages!

 

Which one of the following three pictures is my eye?

Is it…..

 

A.    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

B.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or, C.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All in all my experience taught me three things.

1.   The hardness of concrete is greater than my face.

2.  A fall equals feelings of an idiot.

3.  Maybe this Fall Guy should use a walker.