Breaking The Fall

So, toilet roll dispenser was out. There were few options, then, I noticed that there was also a shower in this space and, there was a wall mounted, fold up, wooded seat. This could probably be unfolded and the edge used to catch on the edge of my shorts. If I sat on the seat to hold it down. Then I could simply slide backwards and pull the shorts down. Perfect! Like I said, McGyver had ways to make it appear easy to solve these problems. And I just had too. Seat folded down. Sitting on the edge. Shorts grabbed with my one good hand and the edge of my elastic waist fed onto the edge of the seat. Then sliding backwards across the seat (not too dissimilar to the dog dragging himself on his rear, come on, we’ve all seen it) I managed to inch the tight elastic waisted shorts down to my knees. However during this action, I had that momentary fear I had not secured the door. I was only concerned when a sudden noise at the door, that of someone about to enter, startled me. I tried to look across to the door snib. No, all good. Just as the handle depressed. What? Perhaps it was broken. Perhaps you couldn’t snib it since it was a hospital and people might get in to trouble and need assistance.
Suddenly jumping to my feet, as I intended to prevent the person entering the bathroom, two things happened. One, the door didn’t open. Two, the shorts were still hooked on the wooden seat. So, as I stood, the edge folded up and pulled me backwards. Of course I slipped backwards to the wall and came down on my rear on the floor. That hurt. Partly because I had tried to protect the freshly plastered arm. Unusually concerned, I was lucky I didn’t throw it out to break my fall. Which normally would have been the natural response. Fortunately this time, I grabbed the arm against me as I fell. I doubt it could have taken another break that day.
Have you ever noticed when you slip or fall and jar down on your spine, that you usually have your tongue between your teeth. Yep. You bite down onto the tongue. Hard and fast. When you do, it’s just enough to bite the edges or one side. Obviously the tongue decides to go to one side or the other. Seems to be what happens when you bite yourself, even when eating something, and you accidentally catch your tongue. It’s usually just one side. There are of course terrifying tales of people biting through their tongues in accidents. I was lucky (if having one arm, just re-broken, falling on my backside in a hospital toilet, and now biting my tongue was lucky). I only took a small chunk out of the tongue. But when you do fall and bite, you tend to hurt yourself at both ends. And embarrassment if seen, could be worse.
(Continued tomorrow)