The Well-Placed Chair
Gail and I just got back from our Sunday grocery romp. She generally grabs a couple bags from the trunk and watches me as I toddle with my cane up the front steps and through the door. Then, I keep the dogs at bay as she goes back out to get the rest of the bags.
As she came in, I held the door open for her, and I felt a sharp “ice-pick” of pain in the right side of my noggin. I stepped backwards to allow her to enter. (I can hear Dr. Grill right now — “NEVER STEP BACKWARDS!”)
I lost my balance. But I held on to the doorknob with my left hand…
I kept falling anyway, but now it was more of a controlled descent until my butt landed on a chair we have positioned by the hallway near the front door. No harm, no foul.
I suppose I should enter it into my “fall journal” just to be fair.
But first, I’m gonna go lay down for awhile.