First let me reassure you I am ok, just a bit stiff.

 

Don left about 10:00AM to drive Hilda to her monthly Dr.'s appointment, Ima, was at Adult Day Health, and that left me with Erma and Mary Dawn who no longer have three firing neurons collectively between their two brains, nor, can they hear much of anything unless it contains the words: chocolate, food, or Lawrence Welk in the sentence.

 

While Don was gone, I decided to tackle one of my filing drawers...part of my New Years Resolution to attack office clutter.  About half way thru the task I noticed a small packet of Glory's star Anise treat had fallen under my desk and leaned down to retrieve it.  Somehow, I must have placed my foot on a piece of paper meant for the trash can and down I slipped. I caught myself, partway with my outstretched left arm, and felt the all too familiar stretch-numbness-tingle-pull of my left elbow dislocating......OH pain!!! At this point I was almost all the way down so I just fell the rest of the way and grabbed my arm and reduced the dislocation before it was completely out of joint. 

 

So there I was laying like a beached whale on my side with my head under the desk and I was snivelling and Glory is looking down at me aawking and Twiggy is yelling *Peek-a-boo* because she can't see me under the desk. 

 

Remember I have tile floors set over concrete in the office and while I was cleaning the sun was on the glass slider so I opened it to let in some fresh warm air.  While I was contemplating my situation the sun went over the roof and the breeze came up and I was in a cold draft and my butt and other parts were freezing.  Luckily, the birds were out of the direct draft.  Twiggy kept asking me *Can you talk?*  *Where's Don?* *Are you okay, Honey?* *Are you going potty down there?*  and *Twiggy looooves, her Mommy.*  Glory finally decided everything was okay and took a bath...

 

After I was able to sit up, I watched some show on Discovery Channel about building an aircraft carrier called the Geo. H.W. Bush...the phone was just out of my reach and I didn't know who to call to help me get up as Shelley was sleeping from working all night and neighbors are all gone to work.

 

Don got home at 12:20 and was surprised to find me sitting on the floor, but I think he was more shocked to find that lunch wasn't on the table for the oldsters!

 

After about 10 minutes of struggling, and with his help I was able to pull myself up with the use of a ladderback chair and flop down on my desk chair.  Having arthritis in hips, knees and ankles and feet and needing to wear my ankle braces, it is no easy feat for me to get up from the floor.  Plus my left arm/elbow is sore and stiff from being partially dislocated.  Cirq-de-Solil  it was not!

 

Once I finally got to my feet I was dizzy and weepy and Don made lunch while I just wrapped up in a blankie, took two ibuprophen, and curled up on the bed until I woke up about 2:30.

 

Yep, I'm bruised and stiff, but I'll be fine!  Old age is a bitch!  di

 

P.S. I want to let you know that Lolly wasn't at all upset during all this, she was snuggled up on our bed taking her morning nap.....That little Poodle-y mix doesn't have a 'Lassie" genes in her at all, she didn't come and sniff or snuggle with me at all.....Now if Wosie, the Eng. bull dog, had been in the house at the time, she would have been sitting on my lap, slurping and kissing me the entire time.  di