Today, I can hardly stand myself; haven't had a shower in a few days because I'm having a very hard time standing vertical.
Two days ago, I fell in the bedroom and had to call Josh again to help me up again. Yesterday took a very bad tumble in the bathroom. Struck my head against the edge of the open door (THUMP). I remember yelling "NOOO" as I went down.
While down, I lost consciousness for a short period of time; my first stimulus to re awake, was the spray from the bidet. Our toilet is so equipped. The the spray was covering me from the waist down, and down my legs. Both shorts and pants were totally bare. Sorta funny, I guess.o
I was able to get myself up some how and went to bed to wait for Tammy.
Upon her return, I said that I had no damage save for a bad bruise on the inside of my right wrist.
Wrong.
She pointed out a smack on the top of my forehead (ugly) and a very bad contusion on my left shoulder; very bad started on the top of the joint and followed a bloody path about half the distance to my left elbow. I thought that it only me hurt. I was wrong. Again. She applied bandages.
So, now I'm navigating with a cane (Tammy's idea) .
Earlier today, I trimmed my beard and brushed my teeth.
Now I'm just sitting in the office trying to muster up enough courage or stupidity to try to take some kind of cleaning operation in order to clear the jungle stench that seems to surround me.
I continue to be so grateful for My Roo. Without her, this whole thing would be pointless.
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