Terrible Little Tumble This Morning . . .

So, I got up at 4:30 with Wessie this morning. I went upstairs to let Minnie, our little dog, out. I did not have any lights but one on and as I rounded the corner in the kitchen, I tripped over a milk crate that we had put there until we took it downstairs. (The older you get, you start a pile for things to take downstairs and do not make any extra trips.) I twisted and turned and danced around before I actually hit the floor. I seemed to have landed mostly on my right side, but different areas of my body hit the floor at different times. The fall was hard enough to cause a little damage. Haha. Not enough to break anything, though. God is so good to me! I usually do not get hurt much when I fall. I attribute that to my extra padding. I was going to try to lose a little weight, but I have second thoughts about that now. Haha.

Here is the scenario, though . . . I am moaning a little bit but not crying or anything. I am a tough old bird. I usually laugh while I am rolling around on the floor, I do not know why I do this, I guess I just think it is funny and I can imagine how silly it looks. Little Miss Minnie came running over to me and was licking me like crazy and seemed so worried. Wessie heard the thuds and came running up the stairs asking, “Debbie, did you fall??” I said yes, of course, and then he stands there asking repeatedly, “Why? Debbie, why did you fall? Why?” Haha, at least this time he is not yelling at me for falling. He usually gets so upset he yells because he is worried. Yes, that is a little bit of a different response but we have all learned that he does this because he is scared and worried. He would not stop the questioning until I answered him. Funny, I never knew there was a reason or explanation needed, a fall is a fall, right? Well finally I said that I tripped over the milk carton ( a square plastic crate that holds 6 one half gallon bottles of milk that we had just recently purchased from Oberweis in Champaign). Keep in mind, I am down on the floor this whole time. Wessie came over and I thought he was coming to help me up or see how I was. He went directly to the milk crate and picked it up and put it on the table so we would not trip over it again. The whole time Wessie was questioning me, I was saying repeatedly that he needed to let Minnie out. His first concern was the milk crate evidently and mine was to let Minnie out.

I finally lifted my arm up so that he would help me up. Wessie is so funny, I think, at least to me anyway. He has made me laugh since the day I met him. He made me laugh then since he apparently thought the milk crate needed helped up before me. He took Minnie out and I limped on outside with them and walked to the edge of the deck. He asked, “What are you doing now?” I told him I wanted to see if the moon was out. He thought that was a bit stupid of me after the fall. Haha. Finally he asked how I was. I limped back in and there was a huge knot on my knee along with an instant bruise and the same thing on my elbow, both on the right side. I do not know why there is a knot on both. I have not seen that before. I have seen what they call a goose egg on your forehead before. Perhaps that is what is on my knee and elbow. The odd thing is that somehow my left thumb has a big knot on it on the inside joint and is bruised. I do not know how that happened or what it is. It is not broken and not jammed because I know how that feels to jam a finger, but it is bruised in a weird place.

I am okay. But, poor Wessie. He says he had a bad day. He went to Ace Hardware yesterday and I went out to sit on the deck. Apparently I fell asleep on the couch/bench/lawn furniture that we have out there. He came home and I was on my stomach with my hand dangling from the couch. He started yelling my name and I jumped up. He said that I never lay on my stomach and that with my arm dangling he thought I had died. He makes me laugh so much. He said, this was a bad day for him. Awww, my little Wessie loves me. I hope he has a better day today!