I call this image The Other Side of the Floor. It was a point of view I spent a bit too much time with on Tuesday night. That was the night I was feeling rotten with a cold and probably a fever too. One of the worse parts of such ill health for me is that I become weak as a kitten. So when I tried to get out of bed in the middle of the night to go to the washroom, I slid to the floor. I wasn't hurt, but I couldn't get up. I kept trying but it was no use. Sweet Eddie was asleep downstairs, but with his bad back he couldn't have lifted me anyway. After about an hour--or maybe it just seemed that long--I had slowly scooted on my bum over to the desk. I pulled the telephone cord and finally had the phone in my hand. Called 911 and talked to the police dispatcher. We're right next door to the police department so two officers arrived almost immediately. They had to rap hard on the front window to wake Ed so he could unlock the front door. Soon they were upstairs asking how they could help. Such sensitive young men. And strong. One of them lifted me like I was a feather, and that was that. But pleasant as they were, this was an experience I hope not to repeat. Please hold the thought...

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