I watch every step I take. Don't trip over the electric wire! Watch
the step! Don't slip on the wet floor! Yet, while observing all these
precautions the little demons still caught me.
When I visited my daughter several weeks ago I stayed in a motel. Her
house is not air conditioned and Whitney Center has spoiled me. I found
that the motel's bathtub had no railing to hold on to while taking a
shower. However, with proper care I managed not to have an accident.
On Labor Day weekend I visited the children again. When I registered
at the motel I told the management that the bathtub that I had used the
last time was unsafe for all guests. They offered me a room for the handicapped
and assured me that the bathroom was large and had a “safe” bathtub.
I booked the handicapped room. To my surprise the room had other safety
measures. Since they anticipate that a handicapped person uses a wheelchair
everything is adjusted accordingly. Electric switches are low, the furniture
is lower than usual, and the bed is low. And that is where the demon
got me. When I was ready to go to sleep I wanted to sit down on the bed.
My bed at home is rather high and my reflexes were not used to crouching to
sit on side of the mattress. Thus my right leg twisted under me and I
felt something tear around a knee. Who could have foreseen this? Now
I walk in pain with a cane and hope I can drag myself to the writing
group. There is no escape. The demons will get you every time.