I've fallen in the kitchen (Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias-style) while making dinner.
First on the scene? The dog. Honey is her name and she is a beautiful, loyal,
Coonhound mix of about 13 years of age.
Honey doesn't hesitate to find a phone and attempt a call for help. She's seen this thing used by her people for 13 years. How hard can it be? Good girl!
A cold rag for the face. Good call Honey. Maybe I got overheated in the kitchen. You can't go wrong with a cold rag and Honey knows it. Good girl!
A pillow under the head and feet elevated while she waits for help. What more could I ask for? She's better than Life-Alert. Good DOG!!! (weird how the spoon ended up back in my hand isn't it?)
And then....there are the cats.
Hector investigates. It's a slow process. Anxiety about his next meal sets in.
Fluff arrives on the scene and is excited about the new "box" on the floor. "For me?", he asks.
Fun with apron strings!
Making biscuits! (as I lay dying)
"Listen b*tch! How the hell long are you going to lay here while I need help opening my food?"
Party on the table!! Hell yeah!
The worry is exhausting. Time for a nap.
And well, that's basically how it would happen at my house.