According to the National Safety Council 53.6 percent of accidents happen at home.
Since most of my accidents occurred at home maybe you can avoid my careless pitfalls.
Where shall I start? Where shall I begin?
On January 6th, 2020, while spending time with my older friend, I found ways to relieve my back pain that has plagued me for years. While lying on the floor with my legs high up against the wall I fell asleep. A few hours later i noticed a blister on my left knee cap.
Because I had no clue what it was before talking with a friend who insisted I go to’ see Doctor Carter Boyd, my beloved primary physician, who diagnosed me with a poisonous spider bite.
Not only did he give me antibiotics but for various reasons the bite took six months to heal.
On March 3rd I tripped over an exercise machine, leaving me badly bruised and in the emergency room three hours later.
Family members immediately moved the machine far away.
I was just grateful that it was I who fell rather than my elderly friend.
A few days later the corona-virus lock down officially began, keeping us all out of circulation for a year, but being an introvert I am rarely became bored, as I enjoy being a homebody. Listening to myself think, I thrive on writing my thoughts down.
On June 4th I fell out of bed, leaving me shaken but not seriously hurt but I went to my doctor and was assured I didn’t suffer bleeding on the brain.
On September 2nd I tripped and fell rushing into an AT&T store in Shreveport — but not seriously injured.
Nobody’s to blame except me. I tend to become careless when I walk too fast, as is my genetic nature!
You should have seen my four feet eleven inch mother who run-walked every where she went.
And on December 30th I tripped over a pair of shoes, fracturing three toes on my right foot, hopefully giving me a wake up call that I need to slow down, leading me to ask am I an accident waiting to happen?
Trying to be more careful I have obtained a cane, a walker but the best piece I have found is a shopping cart because not only makes me feel more stable and allows me to run walk wherever I go!
I hope the readers will find some answers to the challenges that the golden years provide.
At the age of 76 my children want me to live to 107, because my oldest son, Perry, says he won’t miss me so much because he will be in his eighties.
It does make me feel more secure to be loved.
I appreciate my children’s encouragement.
I know that Jesus is in control because He the same yesterday, today and forever and He always gets me to the right place at the right time.
Without Him I can do nothing.
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