So today was interesting. At around 3:00 this morning, I got up to go the bathroom. Thanks TPN. Routine over, I ventured back to my bedroom to pull my shorts up. I stood up, got my shorts up, then promptly lost my balance. I was able to control my descent, but I wound up on the floor. Well hell, what do I do now? I haven't fallen in a *very* long time, so was rather clueless as to what to do.
When I walked, I was a skilled faller. They taught me how to fall-and to recover from a fall -in phyiscal therapy. They fully expected me to fall, so I was taught the safest ways to do it. I think my last fall was at age 15 maybe. Anyway, my falling skills are very rusty.
I tried for a few minutes to get on my hands and knees My knees voiced their strong objection to that idea, though. Trying to work around my running TPN was not happening. So, getting up on my own was not an option. My two choices were to wait the two ish hours until my home care nurse got there. I would be on the floor, but wasn't in danger or injured. Or I could call 911 and get off the floor. The cons to this idea were that my apartment door was locked, and the firemen would have to break in to get to me. I almost chose to stay on the floor. Until I remembered that my TPN was still running and would likely make me need the bathroom again. My bedroom is carpeted, this would've been a disaster. So, I fished my phone from beside my chair and dialed. After about twenty minutes, they were here. It took another ten minutes for them to dismantle the lock and get inside. Then it only took two guys all of two minutes to get me back to my bed,
They recommended I have my complex put something called a Knox box on my apartment. It's a box that only they have a key to. Inside would be a key to my apartment. This would eliminate the need for future breaking and rescuing's to happen. I called my complex to ask about such a thing. They had no clue.
Never a dull moment around here!
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