I went to work. I had my mid-year review (apparently they still like me). I went to the library for lunch, loaded all my books into my backpack, started crutching into the library, lost my balance and fell over backwards (onto the backpack, not my head). Unconcerned strangers walked by. Two concerned strangers helped hoist me back up again, very kindly leaving me alone and listening to me until I was actually ready to be helped.
Returned my books. Picked up some new books. Had lunch at the library café, cried into my coffee, hoped no one noticed. Went back to work. Tried to look competent and intelligent in my 1:00 meeting. On the way back down to my car I realized that if I so much as looked in another direction I would tip in that direction. I had come untethered in space, a semi-functional state just this side of vertigo (which involves lying in bed and throwing up whenever you move your head). Decided the wheelchair was a good idea. Came home early.
That was my day.