It was 4 a.m.. I had started the coffee, and was enjoying watching the icy rain making patterns on the window. So, naturally, I got my camera out and experimented with taking pictures of that.
Then I decided to see what I would get if I turned off the lights in the house and turned on the lights on the deck.
After I had taken a few out the kitchen window, I went out into the sun room to see if the view was better. I took some through a window in one corner of the room and then decided to try from another angle through the windows at the other end of the room.
I forgot that when I had been talking on the phone the other day while sitting in the sun room, I had pulled the big, heavy footstool, that usually sets against the wall, over in front of my chair so that I could put my feet up.
As I walked across the dark room I caught the footstool with my right knee, lost my balance and tumbled over the footstool onto the floor.
I rolled over on my back and assessed the damage. It didn’t feel like anything was broken but both of my legs, not just my knees, definitely hurt.
As I was lying there stretching my legs and feeling the pain ease, I was thinking about how I was going to get up. Since the surgery, rolling over on my knees to get up as someone normally would wasn’t an option. I was thinking that I could probably use the footstool, which Hubby made and is so heavy and solid that I was sure it wouldn’t tip over with me, to get up.
But then a voice came out of the dark, “What are you doing?”
I guess it’s a good thing that I do things on purpose that make Hubby wonder what I’m doing often enough that he wasn’t immediately freaked out that I was stretched out on the floor in the sun room, in the dark at 4 a.m.
Because I was calm, even when I told Hubby that I had tripped over the footstool and fallen, he didn’t get excited. After I assured him I wasn’t seriously hurt and said I was ready to stand up, he had me sit up, he put his feet over my feet to anchor me and pulled me up.
After he was sure I was okay, he went back to bed and I turned on the lights and had my first cup of coffee.
Later, I asked him what made him get up and come look for me. He said he woke up and realized that I wasn’t in bed and that the lights on the back of the house were on.
All’s well that ends well. I’m actually pleased that my knees are apparently now tough enough to take a tumble like that more or less in their stride. Although my legs do ache a little, but that’s the total legs, not just the knees.
Notes to self: First, when you move any piece of furniture, be sure to put it back so that it doesn’t surprise you if you’re walking around in the dark. And secondly, re-think doing too much of that walking around in the dark at 4 a.m., because the next “night fall” might not be so minor.
I’m thankful for my pretty tough new knees and for Hubby who is always watching out for me.