2:12 a.m.-December 20, 2003 We just had a drama here at our house. And no, not the usual ridiculous-parents-who-are-still-trying-to-lord-over-their-grown-daughter drama.
My dad fell in the kitchen. It was not good. It took us 45 minutes to figure out how to get him off the floor.
I decided to take a shower about midnight, and about 12:15 I was getting out and drying off when my mother yelled her goodnights through the door and I did the same back. Then my dad followed, and right after we were done with that I heard him yell and then a loud crash. I was pretty sure he'd fallen, which he had. So I threw down my towel and threw my clothes on, and there he was flat of his back next to the table.
Of course, Mom and Ethan were already there assessing the damage, and except for strains and bruises, I think he's okay.
After we all got past the initial shock and got some pillows under his head and knees on the linoleum, we had to figure out a way to get roughly 170 pounds of dead weight off the floor. Dead weight. No help. He doesn't have the muscle to assist anymore, it's rapidly all going away. That's why he was in that sitch in the first place. Either his ankle or his knee gave when he turned around to leave the kitchen. It all happened so fast, he's not entirely sure which. He was hurting pretty bad, and he said his head bounced off the floor, and it was a huge mess.
We had to figure out some way to get him up, but we couldn't with him on the floor like that, it was just too far down to pull him all the way up. So we improvised. We have a Total Gym, so Mom took the sliding board off that, and she and Ethan managed to lift him onto that like a backboard or gurney, and then they slid him in here to the dining room by his scooter. After some plotting, we pulled the scooter up by the board, sat him up, and Ethan grabbed him all the way around the torso, while Mom and I picked up on his belt from either side, and we managed to get him standing and into the scooter chair.
It was terrifying. Possibly moreso than when his scooter flipped out in the yard a few months ago. At least then he could still help. If he continues to get worse, which he will, I don't know what we're going to do.
*sigh* Now you know a huge part of the reason my life is tough to live.
I'd like to know why God insists on letting these things keep happening to my family. The last five years have been neverending hopelessness. Maybe that's why I'm starting to wonder if He's even there.
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