December 9, 2017
Was a great day until my husband called to tell me he was on his way home from work (normal occurrence). I tried going from reading a book while on my recliner to transferring myself to my wheelchair to make supper. Somehow managed to miss the wheelchair (it was within arm’s reach)!
Pain shot up my legs and back. My phone was still setting on the arm of my recliner. Could not call for help (who would I call any way)? So I remained on the floor unable to move my arms or legs because of the radiating pain, until he somehow managed to get through the annoying rush hour traffic to our house.
When he came through the back door, I asked him to close the blinds that I had opened for our cat, and turn on the lights in the front room. Then he saw the position I was in, literally crumpled on the floor!
He tried to move my left leg a tiny bit causing me to start screaming with pain. He had been up since 4 AM and it was now about 7 PM. Meaning he was tired, dirty, and hungry. Good news is the right leg was fine, but we had to get something done about the left leg.
Why neither of us thought of contacting an ambulance, I’ll never know. He got my tennis shoes on my feet (me muttering loudly from the pain it caused) and got me bundled into my coat and gloves. Then he physically man handled me up off the floor and sat me on my wheelchair.
How We Managed To Get Me Out Of House After I Fell
My husband then went out and got our SUV started and backed it up to the end of my wheelchair ramp’s path. Came back in and got me out of the house and locked it up securely. When he got me down to our vehicle, the only thing he could do was lift me up into the passenger seat trying to keep my left leg immobile.