A conversation with a friend. An older friend, but not by much. A few days. Old enough to be a bit stiff. Stiff enough to hinder balance.
She’d fallen. Her door step. Right outside her kitchen. On her way out. A moment of inattention. Bang! Down she went.
One knee replaced already. The other probably needing it. No furniture close with which to help lift herself with upper body strength. Crawled and dragged to a deck chair. Couldn’t get up with replaced knee. Had to use “bad” knee in great pain. Made it up by the hardest.
Seemed like only yesterday she was down on the floor with pets, children or chores, then back up to do whatever was needed. When yesterday is measured in years ago instead of hours or days ago, life’s changes catch up with us.
She didn’t ask for my advice, but I gave her some anyway. Wear clothes with pockets. Drop her cell phone in her pocket religiously, every morning, every change of clothes. Every time. Know who she can call for help.
If she is hurt, don’t waste time calling folks who can’t help directly. Call 911. Why watch other folks jump up and down worrying if they aren’t going to be able to get the job done. Family might be wonderful for comfort, but if they can’t help the situation, call them second, after emergency responders.
Actually, my opinion is based this time. Personal experience. Phoebe and I have made the phone rule I mentioned. She has fallen more than once. A little bruising, but no real injuries. Now when she rises from bed, she drops her cell in her night gown or pants pocket. Even if only crossing her bedroom to the bathroom at night, or working around her kitchen or moving around office between computer and books. Cell phone always handy. Always.