In this post I referenced an instance at our Holiday Luncheon for work, where I stubbornly tried to carry the case of beer I got as a gift down a flight of stairs, fell, and very nearly broke all the beer.
At this years Christmas luncheon my boss also gave me a case of Dogfish Head 60 minute, and I at least had the good sense to suck up my pride and say "I need help"
Still, even though I know I can't do it without help, I still feel like a schmuck handing a case of beer to a woman 20 years my senior because I can't carry it down a total of 10 steps.
On another note, I've noticed of late that if I try to stand on my weak leg and balance I can actually do it for at least long enough to start counting. Back when I was getting physical therapy from the students at UD I honestly couldn't stand on my right leg for more than 2-3 seconds before I'd fall over.