It all happened so fast. One moment I had stepped out of the bathroom and the next moment I was speeding toward the floor. The left foot came down but can’t lock. I see Grace in the corner of my eye. She’s too far away to save me. I landed on my hip and shoulder and cut a furrow through the carpet with my nose and forehead. I got way too close to carpet that Margo hadn’t vacuumed lately.
Without getting off the floor, I began moving body parts, trying to figure out how badly I was hurt. This didn’t hurt. That didn’t hurt. Amazing. All the joints worked. My neck ached but it wasn’t bad. I had fallen through a doorway without hitting the frame or door. Nor did I hit any furniture in the room. I landed on padded carpet. I didn’t have glasses on to break. Later, I realized I didn’t even bruise. I tell ya, it all came together to save my skin. I like to think it was karma payback.
I feel a big flood of relief, until I realized it was blood gushing from my nose. Margo handed me a wad of paper towels and helped me into a sitting position. The spurt only lasted a couple of seconds, but darn, a little blood can go a long way.
A good dose of hydrogen peroxide and a sham wow cleaned the carpet, and as I washed my face I couldn’t remove what I thought was a bloody spot on the bridge of my nose. I don’t know how I did it, but the fall scraped raw a dime sized spot. I look like I have the world’s biggest unibrow.
Sugar. Sugar will make me feel better. That and a couple of pain pills. Well, one of them worked pretty good.
We studied the reason for my fall because how else can we prevent it from happening again. I know exactly what the action was. One drop of water under a heel. Margo thinks I dripped as I walked out of the bathroom. I think it came from a dog getting a drink and wandering off dripping a trail. A slip in this area has happened to me before, and I’m not sure water was involved. Maybe it’s a smoother than normal tile at the precise spot where our foot has to rotate to turn out of the bathroom. We will solve this mystery and fix the dangerous condition.
Margo has already asked me to bring some stuff to put under a rug that has a habit of moving. I offered to buy another like she bought for the kitchen. From the super store. That thing has to be peeled up like pulling weeds. It’s freakin’ awesome. Hey maybe I should get one for right outside the bathroom door. I’m a genius…Hey Margo… .
It reminds me the danger of stepping out of a travel trailer. Those short, narrow, steep steps feel like a booby trap. I stack small boards and levelers underneath so they don’t sink as they are stepped on. It’s still not enough. So glad there is a hand hold nearby.
I’ve seen portable rv steps made of wood. Maybe it’s time to consider them before we go on our next trip.