Saturday Jon and I spent quite awhile cleaning out the front hall closet and the coat closet, getting items ready for the Salvation Army. Plus laundry. Plus paperwork. By the afternoon I was pretty tired. Sometimes when that happens, my left foot doesn't always lift high enough to clear a step. Most of the time I'm able to catch myself, or my guardian angel grabs me and keeps me from falling.
Not so that afternoon. I stepped up the one step that separates the "old" part of the house with the "new" part, but didn't clear it. I tried to catch myself, but that didn't happen. I began to fall, banged the left side of my head on the plaster wall (it didn't give!), landed hard on both my knees and chest then hit the right side of my head on the doorway wall plus my right shoulder on the door jam, both plaster. THANK GOD that Jon was home, because I knew I couldn't count on Jessie. The last time I fell I asked for her help and she said, "No thanks!" and refused to come help me up.
After I was finally able to get up with Jon's help, he got me an ice pack and it took turns on both sides of my head, my knees and my shoulder. My "new" knee is swollen, as well as my right shoulder (my surgery shoulder). Today was a rough day. I've been moving and walking as much as I can, but I am uncomfortable.
When I was sitting on the couch with the ice pack, Jessie kept laughing at me. Laughing that I fell. After about a half hour of that I about lost it with her. She finally settled down. I realized later that she was actually scared and the only reaction she knew to do was laugh.
I guess she takes after me. Whenever I'm afraid, I tend to laugh. I remember one time where my mom went out to the patio through glass sliding doors, closed them, did what she went to do, then tried to walk through them to get back in the house. It scared me, yet my first reaction was to laugh hysterically. She did NOT appreciate that. Like they say, what goes around, comes around!
Prayers as I heal would be appreciated.
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