Yesterday, I fell by my loveseat and it did not reach out and prevent it. – Lesson learned, the hard way.
I fell face first since my arms do not have the strength to catch me due to an illness that happened 7 years ago. Face first and burning shoulders told me that I had done it again and hurt myself - pretty bad. It took a while to just turn over, so I could try to scoot to the phone. I reached it finally and called 911.
My dear neighbor, Brenda, arrived with her Sheltie, then. I dragged myself over to the patio door and opened it. (providence stepped in, obviously). She talked to the people of the ambulance on the phone, I believe. The high point of my day was that 4 beautiful firemen showed up to help me until the ambulance arrived. (I still had enough sense to appreciate them.)
I am blurry a bit after this – I vaguely remember the ambulance ride and then I was in the emergency room.
NO sense detailing everything that was done – everything WAS done. The nurses and doctors were wonderful at Baptist Hospital.
I got home about 5PM (happened before noon). I went bed by 6 PM. Hence, I am awake now. Watching CNN and feeling a bit better, black eyes, bleeding nose, and all.
I know I will be very sore once the shock wears off. But I guess those 30 years of dancing strengthened my bones and I DID NOT BREAK ANYTHING.
I am have finally gotten it in my head that I am 71 years old and need a cane, everywhere I go. Hard Teacher taught me this the hard way.