I came home from work at 5:00 today, and the first thing I heard, when I opened the door was that dreaded word, "HELP". Dennis had fallen out of bed while trying to get up. He had been holding on to the end table with his arms, and his face was plastered up against the top of the table. His legs were half on the floor and half on his wheel chair. He had been there an hour.
He wasn't hurt, but he was fatigued. Fatigued from holding himself up to keep his "pull down" from turning into a "fall." Ya gotta love his spin on the event.
It turned out to be a non-event. Well, that is if you call a pull down, and vomiting, a non-event. These days, I guess that is what we call not seeing blood or bruises.
Note to self: Must remind Dennis that if he is not good when left alone for a couple of hours, we will need to have someone here around the clock.
Until later,
Ann and Dennis
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