This was what I posted as my status on facebook on January 1. Lots of questions were asked about that post. Following here will be the story.
I have about 4 shelves behind my stool in the bathroom. These shelves contain towels, washrags and decorations. On the very top shelf that I can never reach, is a very nice metal container with sunflowers in it. What is the point of putting anything there that I need as I cannot reach it anyway? Right?
Well, I was reorganizing after Christmas and thought that I needed that flower arrangement somewhere else. I have a separate room for the bath tub, cabinet and sink, which is much bigger and a separate room where the toilet is which is very small with a small sink. This was probably a good idea when the house was built because someone could use the toilet while someone was bathing. There are four doors accessing these rooms and I really do not like to haul a kitchen chair back there to reach things. Sometimes I take a broomstick or something to scoot items and then try to catch them. I already realized that this would not be a good idea because I could see my face getting smashed or cut something or break or dent something.
My brilliant idea? Stand on the toilet seat. I closed the lid and pressed on it and decided that it was just a thin plastic thing that gave and I would not be able to stand on it. I decided to not stand on the other lid either as it was the same material. But!…the toilet was porcelain and should hold me. Good idea, right? NO!
I hop right up with a foot on either side of the rim. The first thing I notice is that the toilet seems to sag or sink down. I look down and my feet are sort of sliding. Combine a damp, cold sort of porcelain rim and old tennis shoes and some sliding is sure to occur. I think to myself, “what have I done?”. I think about falling in the toilet with one leg and all of the pain I will feel to other parts of my body as I crash, and various other thoughts come to mind. I wonder how will I land? What will I hurt? Will I break the same foot again, a leg, an ankle? Why do I never think things through? Why do I think I can do anything? Why do I not realize that I am old now? Why did I not bring my cell phone with me in case?
I look up at the floral arrangement and realize that since I am up here, I might as well go ahead and grab it. I have to stretch a bit still, but I do get a hold of it. This action seemed to make sliding a little more noticeable. I dance around a bit steadying my feet and wonder what is the best way to get down. I again imagine all of the pain I may be in. I do not know why I lingered around on this porcelain death device so long to think about all of these things.
I do finally get down and feel so very thankful. I knew I really did not want to admit my stupidity but I did tell Wessie. Wow, you should have heard the things he had to say and the scenarios he came up with!
I will fill you in on that tomorrow. He has such an imagination!