Liberty is today’s NaNoJouMo prompt for the day. I did an art journal page, posted it and decided I’d try to get to Michael’s for the gesso I’ve been after. When I went to get dressed, one of my worst nightmares happened: I fell. Face down on the floor. And could not get up.
Overlooking the humiliation factor, let’s talk logistics. This ONE time, I had left my cell phone in the kitchen (I was in the bedroom). I crawled out there, after realizing that I could NOT get up.
I texted DD20 to call me. 10 minutes later she was off work, and called. She didn’t have her apartment keys with her, so she found a maintenance guy. Who told her he couldn’t let her in. So she went off on him, yelling – “My mother has fallen. I need to get in there to help her!” He let her in.
No matter what we tried, we couldn’t figure a way to get me up, because I cannot put weight on my knees, thanks to my lymphedema and whatever means I need bi-lateral knee replacement. So we called my husband.
By the time he got home, I’d been on the floor for over an hour. My legs were cramping, and I had to pee. Go figure.
Obviously, they did manage to get me up, but it did require all of us going all out. DH cannot use his arms now, I can’t use my forearms (which will make this brief) and DD hit herself in the abdomen. She’s 5 months pregnant, and she’s hurting. I really do hope all is well.
So, how is this connected to LIBERTY? It just proves that I am losing mine. Sigh. . .