I’m going to take a slight detour here, and write about something that happened this week.
I was starting my day, and while in the bathroom my legs went out and I fell backwards striking the tub and floor hard. I now have a linear bruise across my mid-back and a Rorschach test pattern on my tush.
I’m okay, for the most part, more embarrassed at my lack of fore-thought in not having my cane handy, but live and learn. I am grateful that I was not two feet further from the tub, or it would have been my head instead of my back that hit. The only thing I could think of while I laid there, trying to catch my breath was, “Help I’ve fallen, and can’t get up.” Weird.