So the rented wheel chair doesn’t fit through the doorway of the last room before our downstairs bathroom. I can wheel up to the door, then use the walker to get to and into the bathroom. Not too bad.
I got back to the doorway and was at the point of turning myself and the walker around so I could sit in the wheelchair when my foot snagged on a dust mote. And as I stood there working on how to move my hip to get my foot to move, I got dizzy.
I’m almost never dizzy. If it hadn’t been for the foot or the dizzy I think I would have been ok but together was to much. I warned Logan I was having a problem — she says I told her I was going to need her help. Then I fell over and ended up leaning on the corner of the stereo cabinet. Logan and I agreed later that I was graceful about it. I told her I wasn’t hurt and to get Papa but tell him it wasn’t an emergency.
So we just had to get me up. Sounds like a plan. But we just hauled me up two nights ago, and my fibromyalgia flare kicked in, so everything we tried hurt me a hell of a lot.
John says we tried things for half an hour or so before we gave up. We tried calling one nearby friend, who wasn’t home. Then we broke down and called 911.
They sent out three beefy guys who discussed things with John, rolled me on to a nylon oval with handles and lifted it. Once my hips were at hip height instead oh floor height I put my arms around John’s neck and my feet down and pivoted to sit in the walker.
And said thank you and goodbye. Time to work on my thank you note skills too.
I’ve left out the screaming and crying I did on the floor. It’s a given. We canceled the dog’s appt and the vets office thinks it’s because the dog fell despite what John told them. (like he couldn’t pick up the 80 lb dog after lifting me! I know, I know. I’m not married to most people, I happened to marry Superman)
We’re all shaken up. I need this to stabilize. I need a little time off. And I can see I need to make consessions to dignaty to make life easier. Blah
