Here's a funny story... well, not terribly funny, but it was funny at the time. I fell out of bed the other night. We have one of those high dark pine 4-poster beds. DH made me a 2 step step stool for it a while back. We've had both the bed and the step for years. Anyway, beings I have to get up several times during the night to use the facilities (due to age), I generally do this half asleep.
Saturday night (actually it was probably very early Sunday morning), I just turned over and hopped out. (I don't really hop... but that's what it feels like). As my legs hit the floor, my right leg collapsed (like jello). It had apparently fallen asleep and would not hold my weight (which isn't that terribly much at 120). I sat there on the floor for a minute trying to figure out what happened.
As I sat there, I heard DH's voice from the bed saying, "Are you OK?" (He couldn't see me as the bed is higher than my head from where I sat on the floor). I answered, "I think so. My leg fell asleep..."
I wasn't hurt (luckily), but it did make me pause. I now think to do this alighting from the bed slower... and more carefully during the night.
|I could have looked for dust bunnies under the bed...|
|when I read this, I thought, 'what a good idea"|
since we needed a 'pick me up' (no pun intended)...
DH got us Krispie Kreme donuts and I made us a buttermilk pie
Life is good!
Happy 2's day!