A few nights ago, Charlie got up to go to the bathroom, per usual. I heard him make a little sound. My eyes spring open in time to see Charlie (or the outline of him ’cause it was dark) wobble and down he went, flat on his face. It scared the bejesus outta me. I spring up. Charlie was moaning. Took both of us to get him vertical, and it weren’t pretty. He had to hold onto the bed for support.
“Charlie, you need to sit for a bit before you stand up.”
“Ida, I know I’m supposed to do that, but my bladder has other ideas.”
I’ll let him tell you about it.
Low Blood Pressure Guy
I sprung outta bed
To go take a pee
Went light in the head
And came down on my knee
Yeow! My God,
Did that ever smart!
Ida, of course
Awoke with a start
And came over to help me
Get back on my feet
And guide me off to the can,
Which was sweet
My knee it was throbbing,
That being said,
It hurt, but at least
It wasn’t my head
So I do not hop
Outta bed anymore
Low blood pressure’s something
I cannot ignore
I sit on the edge
Of the bed for a spell
Then dash to the can
Like a bat outta hell!
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Hear Ida Tell It: Charlie’s Fall