Watch Your Step

 

A few weeks ago, one of our dear friends got up from the table at a local bakery/cafe not realizing the floor had been freshly mopped! Before she knew it, she fell breaking her left wrist and her right leg. Did anyone come to her aid? Only her husband, who was with her. Wouldn't you think the employees and/or the manager should have come running out to help or, at the very least, express their concern?

She is now in a wheelchair for 12 weeks and, because she is left-handed and the broken leg is her right leg (and must be kept straight out for all 12 weeks), it makes most everything she needs or wants to do almost impossible. She is trying to write with her right hand and maneuver the wheelchair with her right arm. All the normal routines we take so for granted have now become complicated because of her slip  that day. But bless her heart, she has a great attitude about it. And her husband has been fantastic!

Doesn't she look great!



Bella takes good care of her, too.

Another incident that recently happened was that the daughter of one of our friends fell off a step and shattered her ankle. Surgery was necessary and all this is especially tricky and costly for her as she is a corporate executive and this is really going to mess with her for quite a while.

So, these are two of the reasons we have been more aware of and reminding each other to be especially careful going up and down stairs, getting out of the tub, etc.

Young or old, and all the rest of us,
you know that a fall can be very hazardous.

 

Funny now, but not then, many years ago I fell off a curb while we were in Greece, and poor DH had to carry me all the way back to the ship.  It's nice that he was younger and stronger and I was younger and lighter. Strangely enough, the ship doctor only had one of those boots left for a sprained ankle because three other women had also fallen during this trip.

 

It always seems to "fall" to DH to carry the injured because a different time, he had to carry one of the ladies from our group down from En Gedi in Israel. Poor DH.

 

Yesterday, our youngest grandson (almost 2 years old) Jack, crawled up on the piano bench to play at the piano. That piano has been of great fascination for every one of our grandkids and I encourage it. They love "playing" on it. And I'm using the term loosely. ;-)

While he was playing, he moved suddenly (as 2 year olds are prone to do), and the piano bench tipped with him. Aaaauuugggh! He was hanging onto the piano with his little hands and his body was stretched across the bench with his legs dangling in the air! This all happened in a split second and both of us jumped out of our chairs to grab him! (Due to the urgency of the situation, I failed to snap a photo!)

Guess who tripped and fell across the room? Moi! Jack managed to hang on to the piano while looking at me in surprise and DH ran to my rescue. Ouch! That hurt, but thank You God, I was on the carpet instead of the hardwood or tile floor and nothing was broken.

Do you see a pattern here? All of the falls described have been ladies!!

Even Jack was able to hold on and not fall.

DH made it across the room without falling!

Watch your step!

and I'm not kidding.