Between the toilet and transferring to chair, I collapse on tile floor, I had forgotten to raise fold up foot rest.It touching my legs caused them to fold-up. I sink to the floor. My left arm and leg are totally useless, my right side not strong enough. I get me and chair into bedroom. I have a cell phone and call my husband. He is a state away, so he calls EMTS and tells them where key to house is. They come to me. I tell them the good news is I'm not fat. The bad news is I have no pants on under my blanket. Had I known they were coming, I would have worn the good underwear. EMTs don't care, I know that. I tell them I need a lift from right (my good arm) and we should try to be graceful. We kinda are. We say goodbye as I'm back in my chair.

While waiting for them I had alternately cried in anger and laughed at my situation. It's been a year and a half since I was last trapped on the floor. My guard is up, hope this doesn't happen again for a long time.