Last Thursday at my small group the leader asked how many had fallen in the last six months, I raised my hand as well as some of the other women. She said "it is much easier to fall again once you have fallen".
Come Sat. morning I went out to the garage to take some garbage out which I have done hundreds of times and coming back I stubbed my toe on the step and went down on the cement on my right side.
Come Sat. morning I went out to the garage to take some garbage out which I have done hundreds of times and coming back I stubbed my toe on the step and went down on the cement on my right side.
Trust me it was not a pretty picture. It scared me so bad I peed my pants and I knew I was hurt, the question was....how bad. I was home alone and it occurred to me I may not be able to get up and hubby wouldn't be home for hours and hours. I remembered when I broke my ankle that it went numb right away so I thought I better try to get up right away. I was able to grab a hold of a table saw leg and pulled myself up, got in the house and found my cell phone and laid down on the couch to keep from throwing up as I was hurting bad. Well, that is all the bad news, the good news is that I fell on my side with my right arm under me and it helped cushion my fall so that I only have VERY sore ribs and one black and blue boob (can you believe it) some bruising on both knees and on my right hand. Thank you Lord. I think falling is the most helpless feeling in the world, would you agree?