While getting out of bed a while back (January, I believe) my foot got tangled in the quilt. I knew I was in for a fall so I relaxed. I had time since everything goes into slow motion when something like that is about to happen (at least it does for me).
Down I went, face first and it was a good thing since that’s where most of my padding is. Even though the floor is carpeted, I hit hard and the only sound I made was “OOOFF”! Once I regained my breath, I screamed “RICHARD!!!” He came running.
Somehow I ended up with most of my weight on my left side and my left arm was tucked under my left boob right above my ribs. For a few days I was in some pain but knew nothing was broken. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did.
Recently I have noticed that my shih tzu has been having a little trouble jumping up on my bed at night. I thought I’d be a good mama and buy a stool to aid her.
The first night after I brought it home, I situated the stool exactly ‘just so’ on the side of my bed. When she was ready, she made a flying leap for the top of the bed, plowed into the stool on her way up (which didn’t last long) and went sprawling. To this day, she will not go near the monster that attacked her. So, I put the stool aside so I wouldn’t trip over it.
Today was such a beautiful day I decided to open the windows and my sliders to let in some fresh air. I opened the sliders which are in my bedroom, turned to walk out and, you guessed it! I fell over the stool that I forgot I had placed there not a week before!
As I was going down, I remember thinking I had to relax and I said out loud “I did it again” and I hit the floor. Only this time there was not only an “OOOFFF” but a crash as the shelves I hit on my way down relieved themselves of the framed photos on top plus a few other odds and ends in between. Richard came running. I had fallen in almost the same position as described above only more on my left side. My poor boob! I kept thinking “I can’t believe I did this again”. After a while I got up and since I was able to move my limbs (oops, rug burn on my knee) and my arms functioned and I was breathing, I figured I was good to go. Scared the hell out of Richard though!
On top of everything, I have discovered that I have EHS (Explosive Head Syndrome) and it is probably caused by the SSRI’s (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors) I take on a daily basis for my anxiety and depression. This is no joke and will be a topic for another time.