Fell on the Bed, Broke My Head
I was doing my PT balance exercises in the kitchen, and I noticed that I was particularly wobbly, even doing the easy stuff like two feet together, side-by-side. Felt like I was gonna fall. Knocked the plastic flowers and their vase off the counter.
So I decided to go into the bedroom, so if I fell it would be onto something soft. Like a bed. Or a dog.
I did the one-foot-half-in-front-of-the-other thingie. Closed my eyes, crossed my arms over my chest, and immediately began to wobble. I over-corrected from a lean to the right and fell to my left. Right onto the bed. Right onto a dog on the bed. And the back of my head crashed into the bedroom wall with a loud “WHUMP!”
I said the only thing I could think of.
From the bathroom, Gail hollered, “Are you all right?”
I said, “Yeah,” and flopped back on the bed, closing my eyes so the room would stop spinning.
I didn’t lose consciousness. But for a little while it was more difficult than usual to speak.
I’m still wobbly, still moving slower than I usually do, but I think I will be OK.
So will the wall.