I fell tonight for the first time. I had taken a certain pride in that I had never fallen,

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despite my many years. It was a relatively soft, rolling fall, in my den, on a carpet. I was trying to catch a small spider in my grabber to deposit it outside, so I was leaning over part-way.
I frequently use a Hurrycane, especially when walking outside or in unfamiliar spaces, as my balance is not so hot.
I am not hurt, though imagine I may have some sore muscles overnight and perhaps in the next day or two.

The real problem was getting myself up. Two artificial knees have kept me from kneeling for 15 years. My two local adult children would be asleep, plus I can't remember my daughter's cell number. I left a message on her land line, which she never answers. Calling the fire department was an option, but I really didn't want a huge fire truck coming unless the situation was dire.

After about a half hour of trying, I was able to hoist myself onto my knees, pull my upper body onto a sofa seat, straighten my legs enough to land on the sofa seat, and twist myself into a seated position, exhausted and huffing from the effort.

I consider myself very fortunate. So many, including friends and my own husband, have suffered irreparable damage from falls. This may be a warning to me to consider the future and to know that I may not be so lucky in time and place if a fall occurs again.