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.
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| SEE YOU NEXT MONDAY... ... ... for SHOOTS AND LADDERS... kt 7/4/2011 |
