(If you started reading here you need to go back to part 1 or this won't make sense)
So, now what? I could call 911. Instead of saying, "I've fallen and I can't get up," I could tell them that I am a 68 year old woman with delusions of flexibility who has her foot in a bathroom sink and can't get it up and out.
Nope...won't work because there isn't a phone in the bathroom. Besides I can see the headlines now, "A NEW ONE FOR THE ANNALS". Lamar Emergency Management team responded yesterday to the home of Karen Taylor, age 68. When the team arrived they found Ms. Taylor standing on one leg (her right) in the half bath of the home. Apparently, she could not extricate her left foot from the basin. Her father was standing near by, grasping his walker and shuttering with laughter. When asked how this happened Ms. Taylor responded, "I was abducted by aliens and this is where they returned me!"
Well, scratch that idea. Can't call my son for the same reasons as stated above (no phone in the bathroom and the peals of laughter which would be emanating from BOTH my son and father).
That leaves me with using my own wits (now there is a sacry thought). It was these very WITS that put me in this predicament in the first place. But, I went to work on a solution anyway.
Couldn't lean back onto the wall behind me because it was too far away. I might slip and fall. This would be placed in reserve as my last desperate plan. If I did slip and fall to the floor then I could crawl to the phone, call 911 and do the, "I've fallen ... ...," routine.
I could try to crawl up onto the sink and then maneuver myself back down. No, a broken neck is not an option, not to mention HOW ON EARTH was I going to accomplish that trick?
I had already pulled up on my ankle several times but my ham strings were just not cooperating and my left leg was beginning to protest. I could just sit down and my leg (and foot) would follow. Ahhh, mannnnn! That would hurt!
No way... ... keep thinking.
Here's the cliff hanger. What can I do? How can I get out of this predicament? Do I find my wits?
Go to part 3.