The bathroom is a potential hazard. I discovered that on Monday. Just after lathering myself, my muscles went into spasms. My legs flexed. My body tensed. My buttocks slipped off the chair. I landed on the floor with a thud. It happened so fast. There was no time to react. My head slammed into the corner of the doorway and ramp.
I laid on the floor, naked and slippery. The impact left me dazed for a moment. The shower was still running. My right cheek and forehead throbbed. I ran my index finger across my face. My cheek was swollen and tender. There was a deep gash on the nose between the eyes. My left brow was swollen and hurting too. I was unsure if I had injured myself elsewhere. I have little sensation from chest down.
Everything was slippery. I knew that I needed to rinse away the lather off me first before anything else. After I was done, I patted myself dry with a towel. Still, I had trouble dragging myself out from the bathroom. I could not get a good grip on the wet floor tiles. I sat on a sarung and used the floormat for traction.
The scent of blood wafted in my nostrils. I dabbed to towel on my nose where the skin was broken. It was bleeding. The mid part of my face ached. I wanted to put on a sarong first. It was difficult to open the drawer from the position I was in. After a few tries, I got a clean sarong out and struggled into it.
The phone was on the bed. When I finally dragged myself there, I dialled Peter’s number. Elaine answered. The clock showed 2am. I told her I fell off the chair and needed her father to assist me up. Peter lived just one floor below and had the keys to my apartment. He came a short while later and helped me back onto the wheelchair.
After I settled down and recovered my composure, I realised that it could have been worse. I could have suffered a broken nose but that was least of the problem. That knock on the head could result in a concussion. I could have lost consciousness. As I live alone, it could have been days before I was discovered. Scary notion that.