Experienced fall #4. Got up in the. MIdle of the night to go to the bathroom, and upon returning, I tripped over the boxes of Hopper Bopper's food, fell, cussed, and scrambled to get back up.
My partner came in to see if I was OK. I told him I'd tripped over his boxes.
Oh, no, it wasn't his boxes of cat food. He thinks I've had a stroke, or somethings wrong with my brain, does he need to call 911, because I was confused and not making any sense when I was talking.
Then I went to the bathroom. Again Friday evening, but for whatever reason, my legs were so weak, I couldn't stand up from the toilet. My partner tried to help but he could barely move at all because of his breathing problems.
My partner called his sister to come help (could it get anymore embarassing?)
With the help of two people, I was finally raised to my feet.
I the. Slept all weekend.