I fell off the back of the couch on Saturday April 22. I hit the side of my head, luckily not the side of my shunt. I hurt my finger, then wondered why I has one helluva headache the next day.
Just permanently wrap me in bubble wrap (we’ve got enough in our basement!) Another alternative my husband suggested was I wear a pendant for “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” any time I’m alone in the house.🤣
I’m not so sure there was style with the tumble on May 9. I was waiting to cross the road, waiting for the “walk” signal. I had a bag of groceries in one hand and a gallon of milk in the other. Suddenly it occurred to me “Maybe I haven’t hit the button.” So as I turn towards the button, I trip over the waterline square in the sidewalk. Groceries go flying; I’ve half knocked the wind out of myself. As I’m re-collecting myself, a concerned man comes over “Are you alright?” I’m highly embarrassed when I realize he’s the passenger of a car stopped at the light that I was about to turn green for him. I say as normally as I can (because I still have the wind knocked half out of me) “I’m fine, I do this sort of thing all the time. OMG did you just get out of that car to check on me?” Affirmative. 🚶🖒😶 😖🖓