I’m sure everyone remembers a few years ago ( I think it was around 2007), there was a “Lifeline” commercial that turned into a media event. The victim had Fallen and the tag line was “Help I’ve Fallen and can’t get up”. Soon enough there were T-Shirts and jokes galore all based on the phrase “I’ve Fallen and I can’t get up.”
I was as bad as the next person. I thought it was pretty funny too.
Well what is it they say about “pay back?” I am discovering that as I “mature” (my sister takes issue when I say “old”) the “klutz factor” has grown.
I was mopping the kitchen floor last week and everyone knows that floors are
but as I turned to leave the kitchen …”bam!” (not the Emeril kind). I was on my butt before I could even think about what was happening. Rocky came scampering over to see what “mom” was doing on the floor but all he managed to do was get in my way as I tried to get back up, first the hands slipping then the feet. Finally I hitched myself to the edge of the kitchen so I could get a grip on the carpet and not slide.
I must have looked pretty silly but thankfully there wasn’t anyone to watch me except the cats. Anyway, back on my feet my right hip hurt and my right knee started to swell almost immediately. By this time I’m feeling more stupid than injured. I continued on about my business figuring I was a little bruised but that I’d be fine the next day.
Well I’m here to tell you that even a bruise doesn’t heal like it used to before I became “mature”. As a matter of fact it’s been 4 days and I’m still limping. Sitting too long locks up the joints and I’ve noticed that trying to sit so my hip doesn’t hurt makes my back ache! I do not like these aches and pains, no I do not like them at all!
But I have been soldiering on and will soon be sharing more exploits in spite of walking with a “Shuffle” and enviously eyeing the “Hoverounds”.