Last night we had a mini-disaster. Terry got out of bed for his usual trip to the loo, and fell to the floor. I tried to help him get up, but he sank even further down. He weighs 15 stone: I'm much shorter and lighter, so I simply couldn't help him get up. He had zero strength to help himself.We tried all sorts of things but to no avail. So I had no choice but to ring for an ambulance. I explained what had happened and they were all too happy to come.
Well, two big lads, paramedics arrived, and it took both of them to lift him up. They gave him a little health check - BP, pulse, blood sugar as he has type 2 diabetes, and temperature. He was OK on all counts except temperature - a bit high, which makes sense 'cos when he came to bed he was blowing his nose and feeling flu - ish. By the time they left, dawn was breaking and it took forever to get back to sleep. Now it is midday and he's sleeping on.
What got me, was that this is the trouble old people get into. OK, so we are 70 and 72, but still....
They told me never to hesitate to ring them if it happens again. I guess lifting someone up is a nice easy call for them - no blood and gore, but I hate to need help like this. Perhaps I should get some equipment to help. Can't imagine what, though.
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I must add he wouldn't hear of the ambulance being called and gets very cranky if he doesn't get his own way.
