Something has happened to my spatial orientation. Recently, every time I walk down a flight of stairs I have a momentary panic on the last step because I can’t discern where it ends and the floor begins and I feel like I’m going to lose my balance and, heaven help me, fall and chip a tooth. I think that Lisa, in particular, would have appreciated seeing me hesitate, foot swinging as I grab for the door frame. She found my clumsiness and preoccupation with my teeth endlessly entertaining.
Dental work remains at the top of my “irrational fears” list… followed closely by being taken to my ER as a patient.
