I fell out of bed last night. Well in truth I was trying to get back in to bed when I fell. All in all it was totally my fault because I did not turn on the light so missed the edge of the bed by about half a metre. I always walk around in the dark at night so last night was nothing unusual. Perhaps since I am in the pre-senile stage of my life I should turn on a light or two until I get under the bedclothes.
So I fell 'into bed or out of bed' it doesn't really matter, however, fall I did. I smacked the back of my head so hard onto the wall that I heard all my neck vertebrae crack. I lay on the floor for some time waiting to see if my extremities still operated and once all was found to be correct I dragged myself up onto the bed by hanging on to the dressing table. Later in the night I had the worst headache so wobbled out and heated up a wheat bag and placed it on my head then my neck.
A great many sensible people would have called an ambulance so they could get checked over in hospital. However, I have never used sensible and myself in the same sentence and will not do so now. So I spent the night turning and twisting and heat bagging until morning. I arose, looked after the animals and then feeling pretty awful I went back to bed and slept another few hours.
I have an appointment with the doctor on Wednesday, that is if I have not died from concussion or some such thing. As long as I have lots of sleeping I am fine. Before I get berated about my actions I must say this in my defence. I did not lose consciousness nor did I vomit, I also remember exactly what happened to me.
I don't like to go to the hospital. Once they get their hands on pre-senile people like me who live alone, they are not keen on releasing them. So once again, I am fine and I will be turning lights on at night. I will endeavour to find the edge of the bed before I sit or lie down. I am good/fine/couldn't be better!
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