Today was a rough one. Anthony was down for a nap and Jared was at Home Depot....I headed out onto the back deck and as I was crossing over the threshold from the family room to the deck I popped my tires up a little too far (some popping up is necessary to get over the threshold) and went straight back. Ouch.
After getting past the initial shock of hitting my head (thank God I remembered to block my face with my arms - otherwise my knees would have hit me in the face causing even more damage) I have to get myself up and figure out how to get back in my chair. About ten minutes go by and I'm now sitting on the ottoman, but it's too low and I can't get myself up to my chair from there. Back to the ground.
I try crawling face first into my chair, which I can sometimes do, but today the leg spasms aren't allowing it. My knees are just hooking underneath my chair and I'm not going anywhere. Right now I wish I were on medicine to kill the spasticity in my legs. I have no problem lifting my body weight now, but if my legs aren't cooperating there is nothing I can do to fight them.
So back to the ground, and I head, pulling my wheelchair with me, to the guest room. The farthest possible spot in our house from where I fell. I crawl onto the guest bed and am satisfied knowing that it's an easy transfer over to the chair from there. Head to the chair, I'm 1/2 way in and quite pleased with myself. Take one more big lift and over, and the momentum throws my chair backwards AGAIN. I kid you not.
This time I go backwards and hit my head on the dresser on my way down to the ground. I'm now stuck in the criss-cross position in about a 2 foot square between my wheelchair and the dresser. My head hurts like hell and the knot on the back is easily 2" in diameter. And I am really really uncomfortable in this very awkward space. After about ten minutes and lots of crying I realize I can't just lay here - Anthony is waking up from his nap. Perfect timing. It takes me 10 minutes or so to get unstuck. I try unsuccessfully to get on the bed again, but my energy is gone from the FIRST time I drug myself onto the bed.
So I pull myself back out to the dining room where my cell phone is and call my husband, who thank God is less than 5 minutes away. He saved the day by running inside, picking me up and putting me back in my chair. And he had brought me a coffee, which was a great ending to a horrible hour.
This is the first time I've ever fallen backwards in my chair, and somehow I do it twice in a row. The joys of living in a wheelchair. I am SO over this.