bennington, vt.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

back-somersault in at the door

Windjammer Angelique--Capt. Mike (on right)

Mother and I returned from a 2 hour errand, to hear my father call out that he was "resting."  Unfortunately he was on the bathroom floor.
Chest to a wall.
Back to the toilet.
Feet touching another wall.
"How long have you been here."
2 hours
"Are you hurt"
No, I don't think so
"I'm calling 911, cuz there is no way I can budge you."
I'm NOT going to the Hospital!

The nice Firemen struggled valiantly, but finally got him out without removing the toilet, (it was suggested).

All prayers are graciously being accepted, as we drive into the sunrise for a 12 hour jaunt to New England. 

I am as mad as a hatter.  I have to be!

1 comment:

Judy said...

Oh, my.

I have recently been in your shoes.

I don't need those shoes anymore, so I will GLADLY be praying for you!