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.

Were they cute at Least?
I'm sorry you took a spill, I hope you didn't get bruised.

Darn, Kicker, I'm sorry. I hope you won't have any bruising or ouchys from this fall.

You took me back to my 911 call, remember.. I did like you, laughed at my stupid self, cried, and blubbered in self pity for a little bit, then came right home here to report it to you.

I have this fear, everytime I transfer, ask God for his help to be careful and not to do anything stupid. And when I get to where I'm going, I say Thank You.

You and me Kicker, we both know the funny and the tragic of the situation. When I fell, I had my depends around my knees. Maybe we should have panties tattooed on so we never look as if we are wearing nothing.

You made me laugh and cry. You and me Kicker.

I did have my underwear on (thank goodness) just nothing good.

Ah Bets, they were not cute. Firemen are much cuter but hear from ex-wives, GFs, etc., can't be trusted. Do we have any ex fire men here to discuss this? (I've had 2 firemen make passes at me back in the day).

Sal, I'd rather laugh than cry, right? 8-}

I was lucky, I had 2 policemen and 2 Firemen, and they were all good looking and young enough to be my sons...RATS!!!

Yes kicker, much better to laugh than cry, but both are emotional releases and both necessary..

BTW, I didn't have any pants on, but a caftan covered me.