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Monday, July 11, 2011

#199 - A COMMENT FROM THE FLOOR OF THE HOUSE!

Almost exactly a year ago my father fell, butt first, into the bathtub while pulling up his underwear.  This prompted my first story which I put in installments on my Face Book page.  For my family, I described the antics I went through trying to design and install a bar to put across the tub to keep this from happening again.  That particular story became blog posts number 12, 13, 14, and 15.  Well the bar prevented another dive into the bathtub, but... ... ...

Today, July 4, 2011, only a few days away from the anniversary of this event (and my first post on blogger... Yes, this is the anniversary month of my debut on blogger) my dad fell in the bathroom again, but NOT INTO THE BATHTUB.


Now, I know what you are thinking, "Karen, shame on you!  This is not a funny subject.  He could have been seriously hurt."  Well, yes I guess that is true but hang on, hear me out, and let me finish the story.


Around 7 AM I heard, "Oh...Oh...Oh....groan...Oh...Oh...groan...   ...  ...   "


Quickly jumping out of bed I rushed to the bathroom to find him on his knees in front of the comode, with his pants down.  It was not a pretty picture but with my concern for my dad this did not register in my brain, until later.

He was holding onto the edge of the sink counter and trying to get up.  Despite my insistence he remain still he kept trying to pull himself up.  It was definitely  impossible for him to achieve this, but he wouldn't listen.  I tried to convenience him to let me help him lay down on his side but he said he couldn't (his feet were straddling the toilet on the floor).  I ran to the phone (I swear I am going to put telephones in both of the bathrooms) and called 911.  While imparting the information I heard a thump.  Back to the bathroom I raced to find him laying on his left side in front of the sink.  I grabbed a pillow for his head just as a city police officer appeared at the front door.

When the paramedics arrived they asked him a few questions, like they do, to determine the mental status of their victim.  What is your name was the first question and the second question questions was, "Do you know where you are?"  Dad almost did a double take, gazed up at them over his right shoulder, (with an incredulous expression on his face) and said, "Well, of course. (pregnant pause) I'm on the floor! "  (you could tell by the tone of his voice YOU IDIOTS was implied in the pregnant pause).  That elicited a laugh from everyone.

They checked him out, found a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing more, then got him up.  


See, the tough old bird is ok, and delivered a great one liner in the mist of the possibly serious situation.
SEE YOU NEXT MONDAY... ... ... for  SHOOTS AND LADDERS... kt 7/4/2011  







16 comments:

  1. I'm happy your father was ok. That was very witty of him, to manage to snap at the paramedics like that, even if he was on the floor with his pants down. I can guess this will be a family story of "do you remember...?"

    And happy blog anniversary!

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  2. Leave it to a man to always make a great spectacle of himself....^-^.....

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  3. Karen I have to say I love this! In fact I love all the stories about your dad. They crack me up. Thanks for your comment today. I'm not a complete loser Just struggling with some of my issues. Love your face!

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  4. ps glad your dad was not hurt. That would have been a sad ending.

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  5. On the floor LOL! Your dad's awesome :) I'm so glad he's okay.

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  6. Sounds like my mother although she usually ends up on the floor due to drink! He sounds such a character. Do you think we should get them together?
    Great story - great guy!

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  7. Thank heavens your dad was OK! I'm reminded of what happened during the filming of some Walter Matthau/Jack Lemmon movie. Matthau was supposed to go down a laundry chute & land in one of those large wheeled hampers. Somehow the hamper moved & he slid down the chute & landed on the floor. Paramedics were called & they asked him, while he was laying there, if he was comfortable. He said, "Well, I make a nice living...".

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  8. LOL I love his response... " Of course, I'm on the floor"

    Hope your dad is doing okay!

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  9. So glad to hear your Dad is as sparky as ever! As Lavi said, I think this story has all the ingredients to become a family legend! So good to have you back, Karen and happy blogiversary!

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  10. I am glad your father was OK. This reminds me of the time my Grandmother fell and my Aunt asked- do you want me to call the maintenance man? Gram didn't want to be seen on the floor with her nightgown all askew so she replied, 'if you do, I will kill you!' She actually got up by herself with a bit of doing. Still cracks me up about not wanting strange men to come see her in her night clothes.

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  11. I put up some ridiculous pictures of Elisa and I if you want a giggle. If you don't have time no worries. Just thought you might get a laugh.

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  12. It was SO GOOD to see you over at my place this evening! I hope all is well and that you are managing to put the pieces of your life back together post Granddaughter's exit. Hope your Dad is well and the two of your are enjoying his daily trip to McDonalds ;) Bet even that seems like heaps of fun after what you went through recently! Big hug, Des xoxo

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  13. There must be something in the air. Doug's mom took a spill in her bathroom too. Luckily, for the most part, she's OK. Congrats on your anniversary kiddo.

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  14. Oh dear, you always find humor everywhere!:)

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  15. What a great story. Sometimes you just have to laugh. Thanks for giving me this chuckle for today.

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  16. Well, I'm glad he was ok and you can all laugh! I bet he has some good stories of you back when the roles were reversed!

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