FALLING TO MY KNEES

         Sunday morning I fell out of bed…literally!!! On Saturday, I cleaned my bedroom from top to bottom, removed, washed and replaced all the bedding. The one thing I didn’t replace was the rug that rests alongside my bed. The floor was clean, my feet were clean and apparently when I put the two together, one or both was slick, so I fell…to my knees.

          I may not have been quite awake before my knees hit the floor, but let me tell you that pain has a way of really opening your eyes. I moved so I could sit on my butt and put my shoes on. It was certainly harder getting up than it was going down. The good news is I didn’t break anything. The bad news is that some skin was removed from each knee, due to sliding on the slick floor I guess, and I’ll most likely develop a bruise or have sore knees for a while.

          In all seriousness, I wonder if my body isn’t trying to tell me something, i.e., DO NOT WASH FLOORS ON YOUR KNEES!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s how I cleaned the bathroom and my bedroom floors. I guess my body, especially my knees, was not happy with that decision. For the remainder of the floors in the house, I guess I’ll have to go back to using the steam machine which I hate.

          On Saturday, I also noticed I have a huge purple bruise on the inside of my thigh. I have no memory of pinching myself there or running into something with that portion of my anatomy. In fact, I’m not sure you could run into something with the inside of your thigh. Since the bruise is about the size of a small lemon, I think the injury would have had to hurt. But, I have no memory of any pain or discomfort associated with this bruise. 

          Now I have to wonder if my brain or memory is having difficulty as well. Will I wake up tomorrow and wonder why I have bruises on my knees or why my knees are painful? I know I’ll continue to wonder how that thigh bruise originated. They (whoever they are) always say you forget the pain of childbirth. Well, I’m here to tell you that isn’t actually true. I do remember the pain, but I also remember it didn’t last all that long and the result was worth it. I’m sure there are women out there who will disagree with those statements, but it’s my reality I’m writing about.

          Fortunately, neither my thigh nor my knees resulted in my being unable to get up and move about. I do know as I sat on the floor putting my shoes on, I did think about how long I would have had to stay there were I seriously injured until someone came along and found me. I did laugh at the image of myself saying, “Help, I’ve fallen and can’t get up.” I also had my cell phone nearby, so I could have called for help if needed. Still, living alone is certainly one adventure after another.

          I also had a kind of waking weird dream before I fell out of bed. I could hear my kitty, Zooey, meowing very loudly. She’s able to get into the attic and would sometimes sit on the door to the attic and meow for John. The weird part is that I heard John’s door open and footsteps down the hall. I remember snuggling back into my pillow thinking, he’ll take care of her. Then, poof, my eyes flew open and it took me a minute or so to remember that he was no longer here. I have to admit that during the time I thought he had opened his door and was walking down the hall, I felt very secure and comforted. I find myself wishing that warm snuggly feeling could have lasted longer. It would have been even better had he been able to come to my aid as my knees began to throb. It would have been really nice if he’d been here to help me get to my feet.

          Still, I did manage on my own. That’s more than enough to be thankful for this Sunday morning.