Ok, I fell a little bit ago. I am indulging my pitiful self now (obviously, I am up) by having a Kahlua Cream. It is very good.
I am not injured but I am a little banged up.
I was in my little computer room, where I also incubate my lovely little eggs. I had an AWFUL lot of eggs in the incubator (that is another story) and I had decided that instead of turning them by hand, which I rather enjoy doing, I would take them all out and put in my automatic turner.
Soooo--I put all the eggs on a clean towel, put the automatic turner in the incubator, and I was putting the eggs back in the incubator. They were a bit of a stretch, and I just fell out of my chair onto the floor. I did not land on any of the eggs.
While sitting on the floor, I finished taking care of the eggs.
I was near the phone, and I tried to call John but he was not in his office. I could NOT get back up into the chair, although I really, really tried.
So then I scootched out of my computer room, into the living room, and tried to get up on my low foot stool. I couldn't. The dogs all tried to help. They didn't. In a burst of brilliance, I was able to get over to my lift chair, turn onto my knees, which is VERY hard for me, and get my upper body onto the chair, and then pushed the button for the lift to get the rest of me up, and it hurt, but it worked.
I am thinking that maybe John needs to have a cell phone. I have a Jitterbug, but he does not. Then I could have reached him.
Of course, no one ever got really injured while on the floor, but it is uncomfortable, and besides, stuff can happen. For example, Katie the Kitten (BAD CAT!) got into the pink room, and had a wonderful time, but at least did not tip the fish onto the computer.
And I had, um, personal needs I was unable to attend to. And Sarge was outside, and got just FRANTIC. I guess he could tell something was going on and he wanted to be involved, and I was afraid he would come through the window. Nancy, BTW, slept through it all.
I am looking up stuff on line about how to get up if you fall. I really don't want to call the Rescue Squad, or indeed, the neighbors.
So far, the recommended way of getting up includes turning onto your knees. Both of my knees have been replaced, and it is not only hard but incredibly painful to get onto them, although that is what I ended up doing.
Ok, that is the end of my saga, but if anyone has any suggestions, I would like to hear them. Thanks.
Catherine
I am not injured but I am a little banged up.
I was in my little computer room, where I also incubate my lovely little eggs. I had an AWFUL lot of eggs in the incubator (that is another story) and I had decided that instead of turning them by hand, which I rather enjoy doing, I would take them all out and put in my automatic turner.
Soooo--I put all the eggs on a clean towel, put the automatic turner in the incubator, and I was putting the eggs back in the incubator. They were a bit of a stretch, and I just fell out of my chair onto the floor. I did not land on any of the eggs.
While sitting on the floor, I finished taking care of the eggs.
I was near the phone, and I tried to call John but he was not in his office. I could NOT get back up into the chair, although I really, really tried.
So then I scootched out of my computer room, into the living room, and tried to get up on my low foot stool. I couldn't. The dogs all tried to help. They didn't. In a burst of brilliance, I was able to get over to my lift chair, turn onto my knees, which is VERY hard for me, and get my upper body onto the chair, and then pushed the button for the lift to get the rest of me up, and it hurt, but it worked.
I am thinking that maybe John needs to have a cell phone. I have a Jitterbug, but he does not. Then I could have reached him.
Of course, no one ever got really injured while on the floor, but it is uncomfortable, and besides, stuff can happen. For example, Katie the Kitten (BAD CAT!) got into the pink room, and had a wonderful time, but at least did not tip the fish onto the computer.
And I had, um, personal needs I was unable to attend to. And Sarge was outside, and got just FRANTIC. I guess he could tell something was going on and he wanted to be involved, and I was afraid he would come through the window. Nancy, BTW, slept through it all.
I am looking up stuff on line about how to get up if you fall. I really don't want to call the Rescue Squad, or indeed, the neighbors.
So far, the recommended way of getting up includes turning onto your knees. Both of my knees have been replaced, and it is not only hard but incredibly painful to get onto them, although that is what I ended up doing.
Ok, that is the end of my saga, but if anyone has any suggestions, I would like to hear them. Thanks.
Catherine