That’s a funny – there’s nothing graceful about falling, but I like to think in my delusions that I look like a butterfly alighting on a petal. See the dream world I can invent! Actually, when I have been falling, I haven’t been doing so like slapstick artists. I learned when I used to ice skate that there are ways to fall without doing much damage. I rely on that ingrained knowledge, and so far it has worked. Every fall I’ve had lately has always had a reason behind it, and it usually involves my not being aware of what I was doing.
Last October, I actually fell off the bed. My husband had a cold and decided to sleep in the guest room. As I was going through my maneuvers to get into bed (yes, it is a well-thought-out process,) my foot slid on the carpet and I was caught half on, half off the bed. The more I tried to right myself, the more I slid. I was afraid of hurting my tailbone if I just let myself drop, but I didn’t see much in the way of alternatives. So, I allowed myself to slide slowly to the floor, with my back against the bed. Then, I was stuck – I couldn’t pull myself up to a standing position. After much struggling, I finally called for my husband. That time he wasn’t much help – he had taken cold medicine and was half asleep. So I sent him away. Then I just worked and worked until I could hoist myself up using the bedpost as my anchor. It’s a good thing it’s a very heavy bed! I was a bit more careful after that!
My next bad fall I already wrote about – when I came home after my mother had passed away. I was sleep deprived, hungry, grieving, and not paying attention. I just collapsed as I went to get out of the car. Once again, I went down easily, but I was pinned on the ground and couldn’t get up. My husband always wants to lift me by putting his hands under my arms and pulling. It’s just too painful for me, though. Our final solution that time was for him to get one of the heavy Adirondack chairs from the yard, and put it next to me. Once I had something to hold onto, I could pull myself up.
Then there was the time as I tried to take my shoe off. I wrote about that a few weeks ago. Then there was last Friday night. Each time, it’s simply my not being more careful, and not thinking about what I’m doing. This time, I still went down softly, but it was onto toys which cut and bruised me. I find that it’s not the fall itself; it’s the trying to get up again that’s killing me. It’s too hard for my husband to try and lift me – he’s strong enough, but it hurts me. I only have strength in my left arm/hand – the right one is pretty useless. So I have to have something near me that I can hold to pull myself up.
Once I was vertical again last Friday, I said to my husband that I need to come up with a solution for getting me up. So far, I haven’t figured out the answer. I’ll be doing research on it, but appreciate any suggestions. Do you ever fall and aren’t able to get up? What do you do? I’d like to hear from anyone with answers.