I've fallen and I can't get up!

My daughter has been encouraging me to write a blog and I decided today was a good day to start. I've never been very good at journaling and I tend to edit everything I write to pieces but here goes.

Choosing a subject for my first blog is difficult since so much has happened in my life that I could write about but I've decided to just start with today and how I was awakened this morning.

I was plagued with dreams all night so I didn't sleep well, but for anyone who knows me, that is nothing new as I rarely sleep well. Crazy, jumbled dreams about crazy, jumbled things woke me up many times through the night, including one about my husband falling out of bed and scaring me half to death! In my dream, I heard a loud crash that propelled me out of bed in a panic when I heard Terry moan. I didn't see him so I ran around to his side of our big bed but couldn't find him on the floor and I woke up searching frantically for him. This dream woke me up twice after having been awakened by a dream about a bookcase falling on my grandson, Jackson, and one about my step-daughter, Adrianne falling down the stairs and one about my daughter, Christina, falling off of a horse of all things. It was all quite irritating because I have so much trouble going back to sleep.

At 7:20 a.m. I sat straight up in bed after hearing a huge crash and I couldn't figure out if I was still dreaming or if it was real but I was pretty sure a bomb had hit the house. I heard my husband moan so I called out to him but he's very hard of hearing so I didn't really expect a response. I realized that I wasn't dreaming anymore but my dreams about him falling out of the bed were still fresh in my mind so I jumped out of bed and ran around to his side to see an empty floor though I could still hear him moaning in pain. I yelled his name and heard him say, 'I fell down the stairs!' The stairs in our house are right on the other side of the wall behind the head of our bed and Terry is a really big guy so the crash was very loud.

I ran out of our room and down the hall where I found him lying at the bottom of the stairs. I asked all the normal questions: "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?" (yes, the last question almost made me snicker because the people in his family, excluding Terry, call an ambulance at the drop of a hat whereas someone in my family would have to be dying and unconscious to actually get in an ambulance). Even in my concern, I couldn't help but think of that old T.V. commercial about the emergency medical button and the little old lady that says, 'I've fallen and I can't get up!' He fell on his back on about the fifth step up and I guess he slid the rest of the way down and crumpled at the bottom.

Adrianne was in the car waiting for him to take her to school and he had run upstairs to get his glasses and had fallen in his haste to get back down the stairs and out to the car. I tried to help him up, but again, he's very large so I ended up having to stand back and watch him get to his feet on his own. He seems to be okay though his neck and upper back are sore but there is no bruising or swelling. I tried to get him to let me take him to the doctor for an x-ray but he refused and said if he is still sore tomorrow he will go get one.

As soon as I'm sure he's okay, I'm sure I'll find more humor in this incident, but right now I'm a little worried about him and hoping he isn't in too much pain. He took Adrianne to school, went back to bed for a couple of hours then went on about his day, picking up medicine for his mother and going to work, so hopefully he's alright. I'm pretty sure he's ready to rip the carpet off the stairs since this is the third time he's fallen on them but I think he just needs to slow down and hold onto the rail.