Greetings from beautiful southeastern Arizona!
The old adage is "Pride goeth before a fall". Well, in my case, the fall busted my pride! I wanted to get out of my tub in a hurry. Sat on its side and reached for the drain plug. Wrong move! I was so slick that I did an aerobatic roll and landed out of the tub, falling on my right side. Shaken, I got up, dried myself off, dressed, and went to the store.
By the time I arrived home, I was feeling a lot of pain. Figured I had pulled a muscle in my right thigh. I headed to bed, grabbed what I thought was Icy Hot (it wasn't), and lathered my leg. Sometime later, my phone dinged with a message. Since I couldn't sleep, I made my way shakily down my long hallway, retrieved my phone, used the toilet, then climbed back into bed. When I checked the cell, it was a fire danger alert message. Thought it would be a good idea to keep my phone handy and placed it between the pillows on my queen-size bed.
I woke about 1:30 am and had to go. Gingerly made my way to the bathroom. Once seated, I couldn't get up! It was as if the world's largest suction cup was holding me in place. I kept trying to push up by holding the side of the toilet seat, but couldn't raise myself enough to stand. I grasped the toilet paper holder. It came out of the wall and I tumbled to the floor, landing on my left knee. My right thigh throbbed so much there wasn't any way to get up.
I like it cool when I sleep, so the A/C was set at 70. Floored, I couldn't reach the thermostat to turn it off! Freezing in my nightgown, I scooted myself back into my bedroom room. I managed to pull my comforter and a pillow from the bed and curled into a ball on the carpet. Couldn't reach my cellphone which was in the middle of my bed. After a while, I managed to fall asleep.
The next morning, I inched my way to the living room by scooting down the hallway. I thought maybe I could use my laptop to call for help. Managed to slide laptop to the floor -- but found it can't be used to make a 911 call. Tried to figure out how to get it to make any call, but it wanted activation through my cellphone. Argh! If I could reach my phone, I wouldn't be trying the computer. All the while, kept seeing those commercials replay in my head. "Help. I've fallen and can't get up!" I think I'm too young for that!
Maybe I could knock my purse and keys off the kitchen's bar top. I'd then be able to click the car's panic button. But, I couldn't reach high enough with anything to slide it down and soon gave that idea up.
Scooted to my front door. Was able to reach high enough to unlock then opened it. Beat on my door with a water bottle and yelled "Help me!" My downstairs neighbor heard and set her son upstairs. I asked them to call an ambulance. I was carried downstairs strapped to a chair then transferred to a gurney.
Well nothing, 'cept my pride, was broken. After x-rays, they injected me with a muscle relaxant. It brought some relief, but not enough. The nurse and the doctor told me I need to get Life Alert. 
Later that evening, a walker was delivered to me.
Well even with the walker, it was next to impossible to get up from the toilet. Sad to say, for about a week I used a bowl on my office chair.
So, I've spent the last 10 days stretched out on my couch. I finished reading Betty Zane and spent a lot of time binging reruns on Roku (all the episodes of The Rifleman). Today was the first day I've spent any time revising my novel. Moving around a bit better. I even mopped the bathroom, hallway, and kitchen floor yesterday.
Hope all of you stay healthy and safe! Have a great weekend!
