It wasn't really insomnia. I woke up and was considering getting up to go to the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed... and fell asleep sitting up, and then took a nose dive.
I woke up in mid-air, and so I didn/t hit too hard...just hard enough. Now the naked, one-legged, 81 year old man was on the floor - but awake. No need to try to get up by myself. But I could not reach the call-button cord.
Slowly I moved my wheelchair out of the way...hitched along the floor on my butt like a pre-walking infant, reached the call-button cord, and pulled. I had plenty of time to reflect how lucky it is that I live in an assisted living facility with twenty-four hour attendants. Pretty soon a knock on my door and a caregiver came in. She was blazé about finding a naked senior citizen on the floor...must happen a lot.
She used her walk-around to summon a helper, who announced "We're not allowed to pick him up." I had visions of sitting on the floor until paramedics arrived. So I got them to help me to my knees and my arms on the bed, and then SOMEHOW I got my rear raised high enough so they could push my wheelchair under my sitter.
I was all right... I continued my trip to the bathroom. I had scraped my arm getting up and they applied band aids to the wounds. I rested and read a book in the bathroom for a while, then when they came back to check on me, I asked for supervision getting back in bed. I managed without incident.
Sure made a nice conversation starter at breakfast though... "How was your night?"
"Wow, let me tell you......"
6 comments:
You must have been sleeping rather sound...... Glad you're ok...
Jackie
Oh my goodness I'm glad you're okay. Are you thinking of sleeping in pj's now? Paula
oh no !!! glad you are ok:)
Deb
Chuck , My mom is a cna, and you would not believe how meny times a week that happens.
Hell I've fell out of bed naked a dozen times my self.
Glad that you are all right!
That would make an interesting morning over breakfast conversation. I am glad you only got a small scrape. This last week I was in my new addition standing on the step ladder and holding onto an angle plate connected to the wall to the roof. I must have leaned too far and the ladder twisting and went flying. I could not hold onto the angle and fell hitting my my shoulders and back and then head on the wooden floor that had a little bounce. I was fortunate that there were no tools under me. I was shaken up pretty well and have been sore but am alright. I never will trust a ladder in that position again. mark
We bought an old captain's house on Cape Cod... which is fine for me at 5'1", but hell for my husband at 6'6".
At least once a week, I awaken to him getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom/fridge/whatever.... and, without fail, I hear a BANG as he hits his head on the hall door.
I try to pretend that I don't see it, but I'm usually still laughing when he comes back to bed.
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