In the middle of an online face-to-face group I’m a part of on Friday nights I stood up, out of my wheelchair, to reach over and draw the curtains across the window.
I did a starnge little wobble and fell sideways onto the very hard and solid corner of my bed. There was one heck of a crash that, for a moment, woke up everyone in my meeting and brought Hilary downstairs to see what was going on.
I fell on my knees and slowly, painfully slowly, shuffled to the side of the bed where I began to heave myself onto the mattress.
Once onto the bed and on my back the panic began to subside. Hilary checked my back. The skin was broken where I’d hit the bed.
Since then the wound has partially healed but is weeping a bit and surrounded with bruising.
The option to go to the local hospital is off the table. The last time I was there I sat for 20 hours until being sent home having had my blood pressure read. Coudn’t go through another of those sessions.
So I’m sat here, having just got up on this Monday morning, feeling sorry for myself, black, blue and sore.
From what I read I must take heart.
By now my character is built as solid as a brick s**t house and I, in myself, am strong, much stronger than before, at least so I am lead to believe.
A new week.
Things can only get better.
keep on keepin on
The perils of online video. I’m glad you are okay though. A few months back, my youngest son picked me up (his version of a hug) but this time he picked me up too low. I have restricted reflexes, so I just flipped backwards onto the floor and crashed my noggin on a book shelf. Arrr, the pirating life of a stroke survivor. 