Humpty Dumpty Does it again

I've done so well with walking around this house. It's so small that most places I can get around by holding on to furniture and walls and doorways. I hadn't fallen for five years. Today, I broke that good record.

While sitting on my bed sorting and folding laundry to put them away, I was fine, until I moved to the foot of the bed and I forgot the cardinal rule: never sit on the corner of the bed. We have one of those soft, thick mattresses that is great to sleep on, but it has one flaw: the corners are extra soft and will not hold you if you sit on them. I sat, I windmilled my arms and slid off onto the floor on my right hip. Thank God it wasn't my left hip, which is artificial.

I didn't get hurt, thanks to the carpet we have under the bed and extending a couple of feet around the outer edge. I just plopped down and sat there. I knew there was no way I could get back up from that position, so I slid, and I groped for a solid handhold, and I slid some more, and tried many times to get up to my knees. I knew I could get up if I just could get on my knees. 

After about half an hour of flopping around, shoving lighter furniture and a box out of the way, I finally got twisted around to where I could sit with my legs in front of me. I still was struggling to pull myself up to my knees. My left arm, which I had been supporting my upper body with, was starting to tremble and feel sore from exertion, and I was getting a little short of breath. So, I lay down on my side to rest for a bit.

By this time, I was thinking I might actually have to call Dennis in to help. I didn't want to do that, because he has a really bad back now, and had already messed it up last week. So, I asked my other Main Man, God. I told him I was in a real fix and I really needed his help. And that I was going to try once more to get up, and if I wasn't able to do it this time, I'd have to call on Dennis, and I really didn't want to do that.

I rested for another minute, then grabbed the frame of the bed, which was the only solid furniture item I could trust and counted down from three. Three, two, one...Now! I gave it all I could and pushed and pulled at the same time. Suddenly it was like I had some help and I was able to get one knee under me. I continued to push and pull myself until I was on both knees! Hallelujah! 

From that point, it only took a few seconds to get ing my feet under me and stand up. Thank you, God! I decided to let the rest of the laundry wait for a while and went to my recliner in the living room to rest. I was exhausted.

I told Dennis what had happened and he asked why I didn't call him. I told him I didn't want him lifting with his back, but I was just about to the point of asking when I had Divine Help.  I jokingly told him he could fold his own socks this time.  He did that and even put away the rest of the laundry for me.

Who says prayer doesn't work?