I took a photo of the crime (?) scene. You’ll notice no yellow tape and no inert body.
A few minutes before, I reached for the alarm and found myself falling out of bed. On the way down, I said to myself, “Falling! Nothing to grab! Don’t break a bone!” THUD!
No “out of order” reports came from bones. I wanted to crawl back in bed, but bed was five levels above where I was. Crawling wouldn’t work. Sadie came to the edge of the bed and questioned with her eyes, “What did you do that for? Are you trying to make me go for a walk?”
Because I get up off the floor once a day, that was not a problem. I followed my daily routine – doing stretching exercises, a short resistance band workout, and walking a mile. My reasoning? I wanted to keep the blood cells rushing around so they couldn’t take a collective nap on my shins. Rehashing the event, I blamed it on the bed topper. I think it shifted, and there were three inches hanging over a column of very thin air. No support there!
Did I learn anything from this? Yes, I don’t scream; I whimper in the middle of an accident. Although David has excellent hearing, he will know nothing of what beFELL me. My first reaction was to look for dents from the acciDENT. I had to move to keep this moving experience from being lethal. The fun part was writing this in my head. Now I’m going to DEADhead the roses so I don’t STIFFen up.