Think Beatles.
I had a really lazy day yesterday, feeling I had earned it after such an unaccustomed late night.
I have just started Homecoming by Bernhard Schlink, author of The Reader and it promises to be another excellent read.
So, anyway, I had my evening meal. There has been some debate here over whether this is dinner, supper or tea. I tend to regard dinner as a more formal meal usually taken in the company of others and supper when I eat on my own. Lunch is a meal eaten at mid day. High tea is an old Scottish custom and involves something like fish and chips and peas with some bread and butter on the side.
So there!
So, after I had finished my meal, washed and dried the dishes and put them away, I started to prepare for bedtime.
This involves shutting down the computer, removing the three stuffed toys from my bed and putting them on my bedside stool; removing the 2 cushions from my bed and putting them on my super duper typist chair; removing the day blanket from my bed, folding it and putting it on my bedside stool.
Thus my ‘study’ is converted into my ‘bedroom’. I went through to the living room to read for a bit and then returned to my bedroom to close the curtains and take my medications It was not yet bedtime at all but I love to have everything ready and just quietly read before going to bed an hour or so later.
Then I noticed that the ‘num lock’ light on the keyboard was lit, so I hadn’t switched off the computer. So I leant across the cushions and started the ‘start, shutdown’ process when I lost my balance and fell. With that I knocked the monitor onto the floor and broke off the holder for the piece of wood that pushes to left or right for left hand or right hand use of the mouse.
So then I tried to get up.
And tried.
And tried.
And tried.
In the end I had to admit defeat and call for help; the Careline people sent for an ambulance and a lovely paramedic and technician arrived. They got me on my feet and sat me down on my chair and took my obs. Both they and I agreed that I did not require to go to hospital, but they said I should see my GP as perhaps I needed a zimmer frame. One of them even got the monitor and put it back
Then they saw my face.
I said that my GP had already referred to the County Falls Response Service, but that I had heard nothing from them. The men asked if I owned the flat and I said that my son did. Ah, apparently the Service attends only home owners.
?????
I didn't like to put wtf here, but saw that jobbingdoctor gave
wtf = what on earth.
(This reminded me of Computing for Dummies which gave
RTFM = Read The Manual)
I think that, even if I had had a zimmer it wouldn’t have stopped me falling as I would have let go to bend over. The big mistake was to bend over at all and this is a lesson that I really need to learn. I cannot bend sideways at all, especially to the left.
I had to get up in the middle of the night to take more pain killers and slept not too badly considering.
This morning I am a bit sore but very lucky to have survived another fall with no fractures. Even the computer is in full working order.
And my 2 lovely cleaners have been and picked up all the stuff that went to the floor along with the monitor and also re-hung one of the curtains which was hanging off the rail.
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14 comments:
Holy cow! I'm glad you weren't seriously injured. Take care of yourself.
MJ
Thank you so much.
Every time I mention meedication I think of "Medication Time!" from One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, and hence to you, and particularly your self portrait ;-)
So glad you are not badly hurt, but glad you had help arrive fairly quickly.
{{hugs}}
Hope you feel better soon.
Oh Elaine, do be careful, glad you didn't do too much damage this time and hope you're not too sore tomorrow! take care of yourself:)
the provision of these services is always so confusing-i'm sure they could make these things simpler!
Ooof! A rough one. How are you coping without the mouse shelf?
Had several falls myself yesterday. Mind you, we were descending a steep grassy slope from 3,500+ feet (OK 1,000 metres or so - I'm bilingual), so a few falls were inevitable, but not terminal. A soggy day in the Mamores, but wife and I ticked off three Munroes (= Scottish mountains over 3,000 feet / 917 metres above sea level, named after Sir Hugh Munro, who listed a table of them all) and had a good scramble.
One of the falls meant I landed thigh first on a sharp stone in the heather, so I have a lovely bruise - but not as substantial or as visible as yours, I guess.
Dog enjoyed the day as well. Kids are both away this week.
Love Elder Son
Ah poor Elaine.. I had the same problem when I was growing up.. my dad called me Little Miss Tumbleover
I do hope in your slighty more mature years you are not trying to catch up on me!!
very much love,
Thank you so much to everybody for your good wishes, it is really good to know that there are people out there who care.
To elder son
Mamores?????
Sorry about your bruise, but I am not showing any of mine off either!
Mamores: the mountains South of Ben Nevis. Large shaped hills with distinct summits of a lovely pert shape. From the Gaelic Mam Mor. Mor means big. Mam means what the mums have out front. Often used descriptively of Scottish mountains (Pap likewise). Amusingly, one of the B&Bs nearby calls themselves the Mamas and Papas (the Pap of Glencoe was just round the corner). I'm tempted to think that they're making a clean breast of things...
Elder Son
Hope you are feeling ok today Elaine, and not up to more 'incidents'
Any joy with the reference to Mamores (I assumed it is a local name for somewhere in scotland, but haven't turned up any other reference to it.
Oh elder son, your jokes are getting as bad as dickiebo's.
How ghastly - not just the mawkish Beatles song - but what you have been through.
I do hope you are on the mend.
You remind me of a number of my lovely patients who I really enjoy spending time with (although my partners think I am practising medicine, but I'm not really).
Keep blogging.
Oh, E! I hope you are okay and feeling better soon. I know that the soreness and things set in sometimes a day or two after something like that happens...
Glad you had the call alert!
- M
These falls are a flippin' nuisance, aren't they? Every time my Dad had a fall, the local copper wold bring him home with the usual words, "I think this belongs here!" He didn't drink Noilly though - always beer!
Take care, m'dear!
I've been reading backwards, as you do, and only just reached this far. I'm so sorry to hear about your fall. If they ask who owns the place in future, just lie. You're far too well brought up!
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