I walked in to find Dad lying comfortably on the floor on a stack of bedding. Well, comfortably might not be the right word but he obviously was not hurt. In my surprise (and probably panic) I turned on my heel and went back to the dining room to ask… “Do you know your dad is on the floor?”
Evidently, he had set up and thrown both legs with the immobilizer strapped to them both over the foot bed rail. And in the process sat on the edge of the bed in the space between the foot rail and the head rail with the momentum of it causing his body to slide off the bed in a 180 degree fashion from his original position. How the large bedroll that hubby keeps on the side by the wall ended up neatly underneath his head we can figure out. Angelic care perhaps?
Getting him off the floor trying to protect the hip in that big immobilizer takes at least a third person. So daughter number two got the feet, hubby got one side of the gait belt and an underarm, daughter three who is strong as an ox got the other side of the gait belt but failed to get him under the arm….so as they were lifting I got under his right shoulder to keep his upper torso straight and to give a sense of security….
As we were lifting one of my ankle socks began to slip off my left foot. I realized in a panic that I was losing my footing and the other three needed me to keep stepping back…I had my arm under his armpit and could not just let go….and I was dangerously in a position to pull the whole crowd down. I won’t call it panic but it was something near to that….
Fortunately, he hit the chair (gently) as I let go and hit the floor not so gently. You would have had to been there to really appreciate this story.