Barbara L
Traveling Welcome Wagon
James hasn't had his inhaler in awhile, so he asked the doctor for a prescription. When we got home, we went into the bedroom (where I am still confined). While I am recuperating, he has a small computer desk and his laptop on his side of the bed so he can keep me company. While sitting on the edge of the bed, he used his inhaler. Suddenly he leaned forward, then rolled head-first to the floor. On the way down he hit his computer desk, which pushed into a hamper that he had set another hamper on top of. I'm screaming his name, practically leaping over the bed (with hurt leg and arm hurting from a shot) and grabbing the phone. Just as I was about to dial 911, he sat up and asked why I was screaming at him. It took a few moments for his head to clear enough to understand why I was telling him to lie down.
He said that being new, the inhaler was really strong, and he must have held it in too long. When he hit the desk he cut his nose just above his glasses. Fortunately it wasn't bad (more of a nick), and he didn't break his glasses, which are only a week old. He also scratched his shoulder. He is fine now.
Whew!
Barbara
He said that being new, the inhaler was really strong, and he must have held it in too long. When he hit the desk he cut his nose just above his glasses. Fortunately it wasn't bad (more of a nick), and he didn't break his glasses, which are only a week old. He also scratched his shoulder. He is fine now.
Whew!
Barbara