Pride goeth before the fall

At 3:30 or so this morning, I found myself on the floor, unable to get up. No, I wasn't sleep-walking. I had gotten up to pee. The little bathroom upstairs in the loft is only about 5 steps from the bed. I don't know what made me fall. I'm pretty sure that my bum knee had something to do with it. I don't think I injured that knee further as I fell.

The problem was that I couldn't get up, even with Walt's assistance. We struggled for 15 or 20 minutesto find a solution, I think, but after trying every move and strategy, I was still on the floor, immobilized. Finally, I was able to pull my upper body up onto the bed, and my legs followed my torso, with Walt's help. I was comfortable enough to be able to sleep until around 6:10 a.m.

I'm starting to think that this sort of accident runs in my family. My mother fell as she was getting out of her car and ended up with a broken wrist. She was around 80 at the time, I think; I'll be 76 in a few weeks. My sister, who is about two years younger than me, fell a year or two ago and broke her arm. She was doing volunteer work in a food mission when it happened. I need to be more careful. I don't even know what made me fall, but at least I didn't break any bones.