You know that gorgeous (as in a religious experience) bathroom, including the huge circular shower that I love?
Well, this morning, it tried to kill me.
Okay, not really, but it sure did some damage.
Done with my shower, and there’s a little step up between the inside of the shower and the rest of the bathroom. This little step gets wet and slippery, and I am extra cautious about it. But caution got thrown to the wind and my left foot slipped forward and I went over backwards into the shower. Ow.
Luckily, it was one of those slow-mo kinds of fall. My right leg said, hell no, I’m not holding this fat old lady up all by myself, and folded up under me and I scraped my leg against the tiles as I kind of twisted to my right side. But somehow everything seemed to get scraped, twisted, and generally banged up on the way down. Good news – I didn’t hit my punkin head.
I hollered – okay, I screamed as I went down and my dear husband came running.
Now the real fun begins. How to get me vertical in a wet slippery shower?
First – we have a non-slip pad that we don’t use – it’s kind of puffy and just seems to be a good place for mold to grow if you left it in the shower. So I pulled that down from the side of the shower where it lives because I knew it would give me some traction plus provide some padding for my poor so-very-unhappy knees. I was able to get onto my knees (OWWWWW) and I could get one leg up into a right angle with the rest of me, but fuck me if I could get enough traction to push myself upright and my fat old lady arms were basically willing to sit this one out no matter how I pleaded with them. There is a grab bar that I could reach too – but it is too high and far from where I fell to be of much practical use. My husband got the shower chair (which is out in the main part of the bathroom – where we can use it for getting all the nooks and crannies dried off) and was trying to get me to use that for leverage; but I was finally able to get my right leg to cooperate and I got myself upright.
That was about 12 hours or so ago; and now every bit of me hurts, despite taking two extra-strength Tylenol three times since the fall.
And lest you think I got to lay about feeling sorry for myself, I had to take Murphy to the (new) vets this morning – happy to say, I think I’m going to like this vet just fine – at least, a lot better than the other vet. And I went and got my flu shot and my updated COVID booster – so that arm is just a little extra sore. And I did a little bit of grocery shopping.
I’m going to need a fucking forklift to get out of bed tomorrow morning.