Aaannnnnndddd…..she’s down! In a split second I was on the floor. How many times has that happened to you and you know you don’t have time for this?
I was in the kitchen when it happened and I guess I caught my foot on the edge of the rug in front of the sink. The next thing I knew I was on the floor, my head banged against the back cabinet and my hip slammed hard on the ceramic tile.
“What was that?” H called from the other room.
Dazed, I moaned, “Nothing. I fell. I’m fine.” Don’t rush. No hurry. I’ve just fallen and can’t get up.
He arrived, standing over me and reaching out a hand to help me up. “What did you do?”
Sometimes I wonder why he asks questions that have obvious answers. He does this a lot. It’s a good thing we don’t have stairs. He might be found at the bottom of them in a few days when I can move around more quickly.
Now I have a bruise on my right thigh the size of a salad plate. It could be the twin to the one that has since faded on my left thigh. This happened when we were out bike riding one morning and H stopped suddenly with me right on his tail. There was no place to go but down.
You guessed it. H asked, “What are you doing?” Then he reached down and helped me up.
I hope I didn’t break anything. It only hurts when I walk. Just a little, but I feel like I’m listing to the right. Maybe I’ll just carry my purse on my left side to hold me up straight. It’s about the right weight to do so.
You know you are getting old when you take a spill for an unknown reason.