living room - he caught his bad arm on something - he does that from time to time - he forgets about it and he can't really move it around or use it - it just hangs off his side - well - when he caught it - it pulled him to the floor - I heard this little noise and I wasn't sure what was going on - but I heard him say a bad word - so I went into the kitchen to see what was going on - I found him on the floor in a pool of sweet tea - he was totally wet from it - it was all over everything and he was sitting in the middle of it - so I got a towel - to wipe up the biggest part of it - he pulled a chair over close to him and started to wiggle around to get up - it was not funny - he was slipping all over the place - his socks were all wet and he just couldn't get himself up - but I had to let him - I can't manage to lift him - with my wrists and hands and bad back - so I left the room - he didn't want me in there - when I came back a few minutes later - he was almost up and he went into the bathroom - I thought to take a shower - so I moved things around and mopped up the floor and cleaned everything that I could see off - by then - I was hurting so bad - I was almost crying myself. He came out and he hadn't taken a shower and I asked him why - he said he had cleaned himself off and everything was fine - I thought my word - you will stick to everything that you touch - but that is up to him - not me - but it seems he is OK - but there you are - another one of the days in the life of Shirlene & Rick. Hehehehe! I do know one thing - if he is going to continue to be falling like this - I am going to have to go to the gym and build me some muscles and lose some weight - so I can help him. Love to each of you.
Greetings and a big hug for you
Bettina
They say that life begins at 40 but the funny bits don't begin until a tad later than that!!!
I'm so glad that this episode ended up the way it did.
You and Rick can have a good laugh about it when the newness wears off and get on with tomorrow.
Have you been game to call him Sweetie yet????
AlmaG.
Hugs, Judy
Take care of your health, Shirlene. As women, we have a way of "trying to do it all", and that takes a toll on our strength and stamina! May God bless you and Rick with good days, and a sense of humor for things that try to ruin them!
Hugs!!
Angel
Bev
I've had you on my mind, I've been wanting to contact you to check up on you. I know all of this must be so frustrating sometimes, but you both are prayed for every single day!
I send you a hug!
I am sending you a hug - right back, too.
But oh dear, hope your wrists and back doesn't hurt that much anymore. and a big hug for the both of you.
My back and wrist are an ongoing thing - they will never really get better, I fear.
Hugs to you, too.
I have to tell you though, it happens to all of us sooner or later.
A couple of years ago I took MIL shopping and we were walking through an outdoor eating mall when she somehow managed to fall over, taking me with her. For the life of me I could not get her up off the ground and it was only thanks to a very tall, very robust, lady coming to our aid or she would have been there until I called paramedics. I was so distraught realising how useless I was in that situation.
But it's all in how you look at things.
You know my Dad was crippled from Polio, well he had no use of his legs whatsoever unless he put on his iron legs (as he called them) which he hated doing because they hurt him so much. Anyway, most of the time he would slide himself onto this timber box that had wheels on it, (his "CHARIOT") and he'd sort of work his way through the house pulling himself along the walls with his hands.
Every now and then something would go wrong and he'd end up on his bum, on the floor. It used to take Mum, my sister and myself in a major team effort and sheer determination to get him up off the floor by all of us getting a hold of his pants belt. We all used to laugh ourselves silly while we were struggling to lift him, but now I think back I can appreciate how frustrating it must have been for him but I never heard him, ever complain about his affliction until the day he died.
After Mumsy passed away I inherited Dad's Chariot, you can just see it in the bottom right of the photo's below, Dad also used it to put his wasted, useless legs on. He also had restricted use of his left arm and you can see the difference in the size of his arms in the bottom pic.
I called him Buddha and if he had his singlet off you'd see why.
I hope you don't mind me sharing these photo's here with you, but your story brought back so many memories of Dad having falls. I don't know how we ever managed to lift him, thankfully Mumsy was a pretty strong and determined lady.
I hope you will share this with Rick and keep your spirits up.
Hugs and love, Meg
God protect them! hugs
Even if it is difficult, it is well tha tRick can do things by himself. Well that he has not hurt.But it is important for him to try, and often, he succeed.
I know that it is difficult for you to take care of both. Look that he has done many progress., and have always faith.
Love
Claude