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My Only Witness

 

About 36,000,000 older adults fall every year.

Well, this didn’t just happen. And I think that the brain tries to eliminate the memory of pain, but to be honest, it actually wasn’t as painful as I would have expected. Now having said that…

After I fell down the cellar steps, not because something in my body snapped or through lack of calcium, but simply because I reached for a banister that wasn’t as long as I thought, and I had at the time lost my sense of balance due to dehydration.

I laid there thinking that I hope I could get up again quickly so I could forget the whole unfortunate event.  But no such luck because any movement on my part led to an unexpected sharp pain.

I looked up and saw this spider looking back from near the stairs, surveying the scene and looking as if it was considering the possibilities. Before it got too far into its plans, I decided to get up. I couldn’t.  So, sitting up was the next option.

No one was coming back to my house for a week.

I didn’t see a choice.

I climbed up the first set of stairs on my bum, as the British say. When I reached the cellar door knob, I lifted myself up just enough to turn it and scooch through the doorway. I proceeded up the second staircase in a similar manner, and, in a similar manner gave a yelp of pain at the top.

When I reached the second floor, I saw that the cat was leaning over the staircase watching, just watching and swinging her tail as cats do, trying to figure it all out.  No help there I thought.

I was on my way to my cell phone; I went straight through the cat food on the floor headfirst; carefully lifted myself to sit on top of some storage boxes (which were a blessing to still be there instead of having been put away); opened the overhead cabinet and snagged the phone.

The house was hot, very!  I hadn’t had anything to drink all day. I had started my journey to the basement in late morning, it was now early afternoon.

But I had my phone and I called my two cousins.

They came right over.

They called an ambulance and, upon my insistence, cleaned the cat food out of my hair; I smelled like a dead fish.

After the driver of the ambulance came, I became delirious and spoke in tongues or what sounded like it.  The driver became abusive saying that he couldn’t understand what I was saying.  I passed out but not before hearing one of my cousins giving him what-for because of his lack of compassion.

That’s all I remember about my hip getting broken, honest.  Ask the only witness.


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