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I ROLLED OUT OF BED again this morning. Literally. I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. I did a complete turn and woke up mid-air. I hit my hip against the dresser, the opposite arm slapped the floor twice, and I flipped the end of the nail on my big toe (very minor).
It was 6:50. The cats had been running wild and San Geraldo, with his back to me, lay there wondering what they had knocked over. He turned my way slowly to find me standing and asked, “What happened?” I told him. “Are you OK?” “Yeah, I’m surprisingly fine.”
As long as I was up, I went for a pee. Moose joined me in the bathroom, immediately inspected my toe, and rubbed his head repeatedly against it. I returned to bed. San Geraldo said, “We need to get you a bed rail.” I positioned myself close to the middle so I’d have to roll twice before I’d fall out of bed. What are those chances?
We both slept for another hour. Except for the toe nail, I’m no worse for wear. Anyway, I think I’ve been doing well; it’s been nearly 9 years since my last rollout (click here).
THE KID BROTHER RECEIVED two postcards this past week. He was elated when I told him they were both from Canada. One was from Larry on Prince Edward Island (click here) and the other was from Jim in Nova Scotia. He said he had never gotten a postcard from Canada before and “Now I got two in one week!” He’s confident the other cards will be there soon. He told me again, “Don’t worry.” So I won’t. Thanks to Jim and Larry!
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SALÍ RODANDO DE LA CAMA de nuevo esta mañana. Literalmente. Salí rodando de la cama y caí al suelo. Hice un giro completo y me desperté en el aire. Golpeé mi cadera contra la cómoda, el brazo opuesto golpeó el piso dos veces, y volteé la punta de la uña en mi dedo gordo del pie (muy leve).
Eran las 6:50. Los gatos habían estado corriendo salvajemente y San Geraldo, de espaldas a mí, yacía allí preguntándose qué habían derribado. Se volvió hacia mí lentamente para encontrarme de pie y preguntó: “¿Qué pasó?” Le dije. “¿Estás bien?” “Sí, estoy sorprendentemente bien”.
Mientras estuve despierto, fui a hacer pipí. Moose se unió a mí en el baño, inmediatamente inspeccionó mi dedo del pie y se frotó la cabeza repetidamente contra él. Regresé a la cama. San Geraldo dijo: “Tenemos que conseguirte una barandilla para la cama”. Me coloqué cerca del medio para tener que rodar dos veces antes de caerme de la cama. ¿Cuáles son esas posibilidades?
Ambos dormimos una hora más. Excepto por la uña del pie, no estoy peor para el desgaste. De todos modos, creo que me ha ido bien. Han pasado casi 9 años desde mi última desanrollar (haz clic aquí).
EL HERMANITO RECIBIÓ DOS POSTALES la semana pasada. Estaba eufórico cuando le dije que ambos eran de Canadá. Uno era de Larry en la Isla del Príncipe Eduardo (haz clic aquí) y el otro era de Jim en Nueva Escocia. Dijo que nunca antes había recibido una postal de Canadá y “¡Ahora tengo dos en una semana!” Confía en que las otras tarjetas estarán allí pronto. Me dijo de nuevo: “No te preocupes”. Así que no lo haré. ¡Gracias a Jim y Larry!
Le enviaré uno de estos a El Hermanito hoy. Él dirá: “¿Estás loco?!?”
Be careful, in bed! Or falling out of it. Ouch!
David:
I love living life on the edge.
Mas ellas, que tenían mas gana de pacer que de hacer amistades con él , le recibieron con las herraduras y con los dientes.
Karen:
Oh, memoria, enemiga mortal de mi descanso. (Es todo lo que recuerdo.)
Restless sleeper, eh? Not a fun way to awaken. Love how Moose knew you had a hurt tootsie and tried to make it better.
Guessing the pretty bird card sent to KB in mid-February is caged in some post office repository. Sent him a postcard yesterday of what can only be described as a psychedelic elephant: a black and white (Bollywood) design superimposed on the elephant which I finelinered with some wild colors. Wonder what he will make of it. 🙂
Mary:
Well, I hope the pretty bird and the psychedelic elephant find their way! And, yes, I’m restless. I’ve at times woken up with my head and feet hanging off opposite sides of the bed. Had SG been there those times, he would have stopped my spinning.
Wouldn’t it be fun if each card-sender sent him a grinning card one week!
Maybe it is time to have your mattress on the floor.
sillygirl:
It would be so much fun… especially if the cards got to him! Mattress on the floor wouldn’t be a bad idea except that I’d then have to climb up from the floor … and the sciatica would like that even less. I stayed really close to the middle of the bed last night.
I have fallen out of bed, just once so far, and it is not a pleasant after-experience.
Now, while actually falling, i distinctly remember falling in slow motion and thinking to myself, ‘I’m gonna hit the floor and this is gonna hurt’
I did and it did.
Bob:
Yep, it’s always slow motion. When I was a kid, I fell from the top bunk and didn’t wake up until I hit the floor!
Only took ten days to get from Nova Scotia to NYC. Not bad at all. The postal system in our countries is better than I had imagined.
Falling out of bed eh? Well, I am with SG….a bed rail is in order young man!! Or, put the bed so that your side, if possible, is against the wall.
Those horses are a riot.
Jim:
It seems Canadian Mail is more reliable right now than US Mail! I like the idea of sleeping against the wall, except then I’d have to climb over SG to get in and out of bed!
a bed rail or the mattress on the floor…decisions, decisions…
I’ve never fallen outta bed yet. those horse pix remind me of ann coulter or sarah jessica parker…
anne marie:
I think the entire room should be mattress.
Thank gawd you didn’t chip a tooth in your fall! That horse postcard is hilarious!
Debra:
I can’t believe I didn’t get hurt. I completely missed the night table.
Yikes! How sweet of Moose to rub his head on your ouchy toe.
Ditto what others said about being glad that you didn’t chip a tooth or anything.
Judy C:
Really can’t believe I didn’t do any damage. And Moose was adorable… although he wasn’t thrilled when I went back to bed.
I flung myself out of bed once (in my 30s) to get away from the monster in my dream and managed to catch the corner of the nightstand with my back. Had a nasty bruise about 12 inches long and 2 inches wide, but did mange to evade the monster and that is what counts! The magnitude of that injury would be far great on this older body. Glad you didn’t do more damage to yourself than you did.
Wilma:
Ow. Ow. Ow. Your fall sounds awful. I’m surprised I didn’t hurt myself at all. I clipped the toe nail. My left palm was slightly bruised; I must have banged it on something. But it’s much better today.
Been there, done that, couldn’t get back up. I feel your pain, Scoot.
Deedles:
I DID think of you. It took me a moment to get back up but I wasn’t caught between pieces of furniture.
Maybe you two need a bigger bed, in which you sleep very close to the middle. I looked back at your other roll out of bed. There were 10 in the bed and the little one said . . . we sang that all the time. No wonder Mother was always angry.
Love,
Janie
Janie:
To have a bigger bed, we’d need a bigger room. Our bedrooms are not very spacious. Since the terraces are so large, many of our neighbors knocked out the side wall and extended the rooms. I’d love it but we’re not getting THAT invested.
Yikes! I fell out of bed as a kid, but I’ve never done it as an adult. I didn’t know it was even possible, to be honest! I guess it’s a sign that you’re sleeping soundly…?
Steve:
I’ve always been a very restless sleeper. I’ve swung my arms and legs and hit sleeping partners (long ago, not SG). It’s why the cats won’t sleep alongside me.
I am happy he got our postcard. More to come for sure.
Are you ensured for roll out. I am told that at Corte Ingles they do sell leather restraints to avoid such accidents.
Larry:
I’ve looked at El Corte Inglés and can never find them. I never thought to get roll-out insurance.