I think it was Bette Davis who said, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.”
My mother’s fallen several times in the last week. Last night she fell in her bathroom at the retirement home, and even though she wears an emergency-call-button thingie round her neck, she got confused about how to use it, and lay there for some time before she worked out to simply *press* the button. It took two nurses, as well as the night security guard to get my little mother off the bathroom floor, and back into bed.
The poor woman’s bruised everywhere, but she told me this evening, “I’m not bruised. I’m just a little black and blue.”