It’s so quiet. Everyone’s gone, to work or school. I’m by myself.
Usually I cherish this time. I’ve never been afraid of solitude.
But yesterday changed that a little.
I’ve been horribly sick this week with the most wretched unrelated pain. To combat the pain I’ve taken meds left over from my broken wrist.
It was THAT bad.
After a night of pain, I sat on my bed and prepared to make the transfer to my wheelchair.
Instead, my body rolled to my weak side, leaving me no control or way to stop.
Did I mention my bedroom floor is con refs?
I didn’t hit concrete I rolled into a full laundry hamper if clean clothes that hasn’t been put away yet.
Once I stopped rolling I evaluated my situation. Nothing broken or sprained. I just needed to get out of that hamper.
I go to put my door down to push up….
I was lucky it was Pete’s day to work from home. He got me
in my wheelchair, free of the hamper.
That was Wednesday.
Every time I have to transfer my heart races like it never has before.
I still do it. It effing blows to be that scared my body will fail me again. The floor is my enemy.
Lesson of the day: Leaving a hamper out can be a good thing.