Took a fall in the kitchen tonight and scared the hell out of my housemate. Nothing broken (on me; the shelving units will need some TLC) but I am not, alas, as steady on my pins as I assured my physical therapist I was last week.
My father had severe ataxia and Parkinson's-like symptoms in the last couple of years of his life; I'm trying not to see The New Unsteadiness as a sign of things to come.
The plus side: I now have both a cane and a walker to shake at The Kids On My (Metaphorical) Lawn.