And we all know for a thorough carpeting inspection it requires a close, CLOSE inspection in the DARK.
Yeah, I fell.
It started around 2:20 a.m. and I was having trouble getting out of my recliner (which is what I've been sleeping in since I got out of the hospital in 2018). I broke it a few months ago, so it no longer does the cata pult thing it used to. So it didn't get me on my feet easily, and when it did . . .
Ohhhh no, no NOOOOO . . . oh, sh--!
And thus the inspection commenced!
And so did the rolling g and wiggling--the goal being getting my legs and feet under my body so I could push myself up.
I wasn't having much success, though Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzibutt strolled over to help, or laugh, I don't know which.
I'm so glad my bladder didn't cut loose.
I finally got onto 2 feet, grabbed my cane (though I was actually eyeing my walker. ) and with Mr. Johnathon. T. Fuzzibutt's escort, I made it to the bathroom.
However, on the way back to my recliner, my legs felt so weak,, and as soon as I leaned my cane against the wall, I fell into the recliner by flipping over the arm rest.
Every joint hurts, legs still weak. Guess I won't be doing my daily 3 mile walk (though I was getting up to 4 miles). Well, poop!