Things have been going pretty good, except I fell last weekend. I was going from the living room to my office, shuffling along as usual, but for some silly reason I was in a hurry. I shuffle sideways and I  swung my right foot too far forward, got off balance, and fell backwards.

I gave my head quite a wallop on the tiled floor. I didn't black out, or see stars, but I definitely didn't feel very good. Luckily it was on the weekend and Irene was home. When she heard me crash to the floor she came rushing down from her sewing room. She fretted about but of course couldn't really do much. She got a pillow for me and I just lay where I fell for about fifteen minutes.

I can't get up myself and I'm too big and heavy for Irene alone, so after I'd rested I slid on my back to the laundry room, with me pushing with my one good leg and Irene pulling the pillow. It took awhile but I got into the laundry room and with Irene's help was able to pull myself up.

I had a grinding headache so took a couple of aspirins. The rest of that day was unpleasant, but I was ok the next day. I was sore on my hip, where I hit the floor, but there was no visible bruise.

I was a little scared about shuffling around our house for awhile but I'm over that now. I have just got to take things nice and slow. And most importantly; be careful.