A number of years ago, a friend was telling us how she fell and couldn’t get up. Yeah – just like the old commercial. Actually, she was able to eventually get to her bed and was able to leverage herself upright, but it was very scary for her.
Now I know how she felt – kind of.
I’m old. I’m fat. I have a bum knee (and my cortisone shot from March has long since worn off). Did I mention we have wood laminate floors? So no carpet to pad the bum knee either.
Gravity is not my friend. (It has never been the friend of my boobs, but that’s a different blog – which I already wrote.)
However, the last two days I did prove to myself that I can still get down onto the floor and back up again. It’s not easy, it’s not fun, but I hope to keep this particular skill as long as possible.
And each time I get myself up and about my fat old lady brain says “ta dah.”
Ta dah, indeed. And, fuck you gravity.