When I was first in rehab in 1973 I was sitting at the dinning table. We were all served meat loaf, peas & hot mashed potatoes and hot gravy. Guess what? I face planted right into the hot mashed potatoes & gravy. I couldn't push myself back up, I didn't have the strength yet, so I had to blow out a space to breath. All my peers were laughing till they peed in their pants (so to speak) until an aid came to my rescue. THAT'S when everybody really started laughing when they got a look at my face just covered with mashed potatoes, gravy & peas. I wish someone had some kind of camera. Bobbie
Smile Everyday > On Dec 24, 2015, at 11:20 AM, greg <[email protected]> wrote: > > I hate wearing my chest strap, so I rarely do unless going out by myself. I > do sometimes fall forward and get stuck, have to call for help so someone can > come and sit me back up. This morning I did it big tine. > > I keep a small pillow on my lap, to set the phone, book, Kindle, snacks, on. > Or my dog to lay on. This morning I had a cinnamon roll on a paper towel on > my pillow. If messy, I often just lift the whole small pillow up. I just > tried and the pillow fell, hitting my joystick. It spun me around, hitting > the recliner chair, making me fall forward, smashing the joystick forward all > the way. I pushed the chair into the side table, knocking the table over, > everything crashing to the ground. Breaking Christmas ornaments. Pushing the > sofa half way across the room. Almost running over my dog. Luckily, I had > just set my hot chocolate down. > > I fall forward now and then, but never crashing into everything that bad. > > Greg >
